Volume 1, Chapter 36: The Sentencing of Li Xiaohua

I cannot bring myself to prioritize a sniper target at the cost of watching my comrades and friends fall into danger without blinking an eye.

"You certainly didn't think this was a hallway when you were kissing him just a moment ago." Xiao Ze pulled off his tie, pressed his body against mine, and split the tie into two pieces. One part bound my hands behind my back, while the other was cinched tight over my mouth.

"My sincerest thanks, Patriarch." Mu Fan expressed his gratitude earnestly; he knew that Wu Qishan was helping him.

With a swift strike of the blade, Fusheng could not bear to look at his own bloodied state and closed his eyes. A searing heat landed on his face—not pain, just heat... followed by the sound of an explosion.

I smiled, picked up my water glass for a sip, and as if struck by a thought, whispered a few words to Kevin, watching as he led his men toward the security office.

But thinking that he would soon be gone for a week or more, beyond the reluctance to part, I felt a deep longing to simply cling to him and linger in each other's company.

I looked at Shen Qingzhe. He was different from the excessive warmth projected by Lin Jingnian, not the superficial, jade-like gentleness of Tang Xiaofan, nor the sunny, wicked charm of Xiao Cheng, or the cold, domineering nature of Xiao Ze.

It was not as if they were unaware of the extent of Lin Jingnian’s perversity; if that were the case, it was not entirely impossible.

After Zhao Yang’s successful counterattack against the two ministers, the Duke of Jin granted him a new mansion in Xinjing, which is the very place I am borrowing now. Although this estate was built temporarily, it was still so vast that it left me dumbfounded; not to mention the exquisitely carved ceremonial hall on the high terrace or the well-arranged sleeping quarters, the garden alone was half the size of the entire Wu estate.

Although she knew Tang Luo was formidable at jade gambling, she was also well aware of the great reputation of Wei Tianlei.

Although it looked as if the silver wolf had seized his wrist, in reality, it was he who had clamped onto the wolf’s.

Long Jianfei looked at the elder with a nonchalant air, his light gray Tang suit giving him the demeanor of a true master.

Xiang Chuan was startled, then nodded; since they were from the capital, these people before him must be from the Capital Military Region.

Finally, it was the turn of Wang Shi and his son. They were worried; earlier, Liu Fuyuan had been disrupted by Tang Luo and was practically labeled a "fraud."

With all the firearms of the Dragon and Tiger Gang destroyed, they had become the most powerful force in Qinshan.

Gazing at Liu Yanxue’s worried expression, Gu Huaiyan smiled with genuine relief: "Just as people must eventually die, no matter how much my soulmate and I cherish one another... we cannot escape that outcome in the end."

Only then did Yang Qing realize he was far from being a match for the three of them. Not waiting for them to recover, he turned and fled posthaste.

After brushing a hand lightly across her face, Kuang Zhiluo said with a hint of bitterness: "Shaokang once told me that the part of me he liked best... was this face, which resembles a girl surnamed Liu."

Zuo Qianqiu took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag to steady his mood.

"Five hundred geniuses have successfully advanced to the second round of the grand competition. In ten days, the final round will take place—the most spectacular and highly anticipated stage. At that time, many important figures from the seven great domains, as well as beings from all walks of life across the Hong Domain, will come to watch."

But no one cared about this negligent fellow anymore; over a dozen technicians swarmed in, beginning to maintain the S.H.I.E.L.D. network defense system.

Seeing that the person beside Li Shuran kept giving orders while she nodded incessantly, she couldn't help but voice a sarcastic remark.

Furthermore, he wanted these things not just for himself, but to seek justice for the mother he had never met.

He touched his neck; the sensation of being decapitated moments ago felt like a mere hallucination, indistinguishable from reality.

The food at Wangjiang Tower was famous throughout the capital; Shangguan Ruyan had visited once before and had been deeply impressed.

Thinking of King An’s torturous methods, Ye An sighed, hoping only that he could survive this return to the capital to report back.

Haicheng was filled with neon lights and bustling night markets; she had seen plenty of them over the years, but she had never thought to look at the scenery in the suburbs.

The hairpin was simple in design and did not look particularly valuable, but Sheng Zhier was ecstatic when she received it.

He also knew that the people reclaiming the wasteland at Erlong Bay had it incredibly tough; some had even lost their toes to frostbite and returned limping.

For a moment, Father Ye and Mother Ye were struck dumb. Although they had anticipated it, hearing the news that Ye Hao was missing with little hope of survival was more than they could accept. Father Ye sat dazed on the sofa, muttering to himself, while Mother Ye was nearly broken; had there not been outsiders present, she would have wailed in grief.

Moreover, since entering Tianji Peak, Lan Xuanji rarely ventured out, spending almost all his time in secluded cultivation. Even those within Tianji Peak who knew him were likely fewer than twenty, let alone people from other main peaks.

As the smoke dissipated, Wu Hao was no longer in sight before the Second-Order Demon Wolf King. Just as it looked around in confusion, Wu Hao suddenly descended from the sky, straddling its back and locking his powerful right hand around its head, rendering it unable to move.

Lin Feng did not rush toward him; instead, he flashed to the side and suddenly vanished into the darkness.

Feeling nothing, he scratched his head and told Bruce to go down first, then returned to his room and turned on the television that had been sitting unused.

With the first one, there came a second and a third. More and more zombies rushed to the defensive perimeter formed by the cars, constantly slamming against their sides.

Nangong Ku caught Feng Jingshu, one arm around her waist, the other caressing her face. The frustration he had suffered earlier at his mother’s place vanished instantly.

But the dense crowd of zombies behind them knew nothing of fear or dread. These humans, so close at hand, drove them into a frenzy, as they scrambled and fought to reach them. They pressed forward against the hail of bullets until they were struck in the head or torn apart by shells.