Volume One, Chapter 60: All Debts Owed to Her Must Be Repaid

Nicole Jiang was surprised and also reached out to pick up a piece of the dish that Jin Han had called salty. She took a light bite; although it was indeed a bit salty, it was not bad enough to require rinsing her mouth.

Over the past month or two, she had felt no unusual symptoms, which meant the condition probably hadn't worsened and was still under control.

Seated aboard a Gulfstream private jet bound for Kyoto, Bai Ye reclined comfortably in his seat, nibbling on fruit fed to him by a flight attendant, sipping a cocktail, and casually admiring the exotic, flower-like stewardesses hailing from a dozen different countries.

Playing the fence-sitter is the best policy. He desperately wanted to remain a fence-sitter, but Wu Wei had driven him into a corner with no other choice. If he continued to straddle the fence, he would simply be uprooted by both sides at once.

"That's good. Not hearing any news from President Gu these past few days made me think something had happened to you." Jin Han's lips curled into a mocking smile, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Tao Peng, in particular, found it hard to believe what was happening before his eyes. Could it be that they hadn't heard who his father was?

Han Qing left the moment she decided to. Qi Rui had booked the earliest flight for her and personally accompanied her all the way to the airport before heading home.

Yet Feng Cheng completely ignored her question, took Zhou Yue by the hand, and led her directly away from the mall toward where his car was parked, his actions overwhelmingly imperious and leaving no room for refusal.

In all her life, his mother had rarely even traveled to the city—you could count the times on one hand. She had never laid eyes on a girl as breathtakingly gorgeous as Xie Fu, and she found herself staring in a daze.

He could not bear to watch Li Luowei walk away from him. His only option was to close his eyes and pretend he saw nothing, as if nothing had ever happened.

Having no intention of paying attention to these Tier 2 illusion monsters, the chameleon killer bees didn't even spare them a glance, relentlessly trailing right behind Aotian's tail.

"Yoyo, it's really all my fault. I know what you want to say; I know you're trying to stop me, but I still want to say I'm sorry. I—I truly didn't mean to. Yoyo, I'm sorry. I didn't want to treat you this way, but—at that moment, I was indeed in the wrong," Shimin said apologetically.

Muscle Hui sat down looking disgruntled, itching to twist Powder's head right off his shoulders. Yet with Powder sitting right across from him and just out of reach, the hot-tempered fellow was driven nearly mad with frustration.

Fearing that Ling Dongwu might change her mind and leave on the spot, Yizhikuo and dozens of horsemen galloped off into the morning mist.

Abruptly, Xu Anran felt a deep, bottomless void open up in her chest, terrified at the thought of losing Meng Yanchen.

"Undercurrents of worry flashed through Steward Lin's eyes as he bowed and withdrew. That Su Ranhua truly left a deep impression on him, and it was no wonder the Prince hadn't yet found an excuse to depose her. However, falling into the Empress's hands would likely spell a miserable fate. Alas, such a fine young lady, yet she chose to make trouble alongside Su Luocheng—what a terrible waste."

"Brother Xiao, let's move out!" Li Jiang and Wu Jinhao were in the car right beside them. Behind their vehicle followed twelve large trucks and fifty vans; virtually all the members of the Black Leopard Gang and Emperor's Might were gathered here.

After Old Master Feng passed away, he had contemplated whether to continue pursuing the matter, especially since his ultimate enemy was already dead. He had struggled internally, pondered repeatedly, and even slowed down the pace of his revenge.

Before anyone else could react, Yan Poyue suddenly removed the newly pinned bronze Night Falcon badge from his own collar, stepped forward uninvited, and forcefully pinned it onto Lone Wolf's uniform.

Thus, he stood beside Su Li, holding her food tray so it would be convenient for her to eat while standing.

The Black man was making a phone call in the back seat of the car, while the other two remained inside the motel, presumably checking back to ensure nothing had been left behind and wiping away any fingerprints left in the room.

This proved just as Brother Jingxuan had said: that Young Master Zhou likely did not hold his own father in any high regard.

Picking up her handbag and phone, she strode toward the elevator while directly dialing Feng Yuyang's number.

Staring at his face and trying hard to search her memory, she still could not find any trace of familiarity.

For many years in the past, Zhou Yifan's mother had lived a life of luxury, never lifting a finger for household chores, and had never even done something as simple as mending clothes.

Considering that returning to the banquet hall in such a state of mind would easily give away that something was amiss, she weighed her options and decided to call it a night for now.

All of a sudden, Xia Qianshu's legs turned to jelly. She thought to herself: Wasn't Hanchi away on a business trip? Why did he suddenly appear outside their dorm without giving her any advance warning?

This left the person behind standing in place, looking hesitant and wondering whether she should chase after him to snatch the breakfast back—though realistically, could she possibly snatch it back?

The very thought that in the near future she would meet the ultimate culprit made her blood boil.

"Liuhong, you are quite good at sophistry. We aren't here to debate with you; we are here to beg you," Cheng Qing said, remaining steadily seated.

To be precise, it permeated the entire field of vision available to Ceng Yuanhao. He was certain he was still inside a cavern, yet when he looked up, the ceiling was nowhere to be seen.

Wisps of white cloud gathered at the edge of the sky, and the desert grew steadily colder. Behind him, the sun sank closer and closer to the horizon, looking like a yellow balloon descending from the heavens. In no time at all, a bright full moon appeared in the sky.

"Can't you think of some way?" Upon hearing Han Yu speak thus, Wei Jinyuh knew there was a new turning point. It wasn't that Han Yu was unwilling to act, but rather that he felt the input and the return were disproportionate.