Chapter Sixty-Four: The Instinct of the African

The president began assigning tasks to those present. Ming Shuang was instructed to sit in the center of the hall and play on her phone, with the sole requirement that she look up and smile every half hour. Clearly, rather than having Ming Shuang move heavy objects by herself, the president valued the appeal of her charming dimples to her fans. After all, the young women who had come, drawn by Ming Shuang’s reputation, were all free labor. The astute president surveyed the room full of busy female students and flashed a conspirator's satisfied smile.

Cheng Yu was originally going to be roped in as manual labor by the president, but unexpectedly, he brought along the living mascot, Ming Shuang, which was quite a feat. As a result, he naturally basked in the reflected glory of the campus beauty and easily avoided the menial tasks that had been assigned to him.

The two idlers sat together, sipping drinks provided by the president.

"Prince Malan, if this lowborn is your house servant, I suppose you still hold his contract?" Dantai Ruide suddenly became cheerful, and his voice grew lively and melodious.

The map started from Heaven and Earth Tavern, and in just a quarter of an hour, they reached the destination marked on it.

Jack and the staff were curious about the relationship between the two, but never dared to ask, stifling their questions.

The general manager personally oversaw the situation, and none had expected the first bracelet promoted by Youying would break the hundred-thousand mark so quickly.

Especially Zoro, who, in order to help Luffy become the Pirate King, was willing to give up his own dreams—even his life.

Although these floor tiles could not be fixed to the wall as securely as with cement, with contemporary craftsmanship, they could still be attached, though not quite safely enough, but were more than suitable for laying across the floor.

In that moment of daze, Fu Li had already swept up the bloodstained bedsheets, opened a secret passage, and slipped away.

Sakuragi dashed into the pillar of fire, striking Ace directly; the momentum of the blow separated Ace from the towering flames.

Zoro grabbed Luffy’s face, and with a slight squeeze, distorted his features together.

Ye Yunwang held the Immortal-Slaying Cosmos Edge in his hand; the blade was sharp and transparent, flashing with brilliant sword light, outshining even the sun and moon.

As their palms collided, both Hong Yu and Old Twenty-Eight let out furious roars. The solid flagstones of the ground cracked and shattered, forming two large pits, while waves of force sent dust and debris flying, stinging the faces of those nearby.

"As for that Ghost Hand, I’ll deal with him when I return!" Old Master Xu said coldly, anger flickering in his eyes.

"What a pity about Prince Yu; though he was powerful, facing the Silver-Armored God of War, his undefeated streak was doomed to end here," someone sighed, full of regret.

Watching his stride, countless people’s eyelids twitched, believing that he, like the Silver-Armored God of War, possessed an invincible aura—every gesture and step exuded a terrifying sense of dominance.

If this man truly was the Master Xu of legend, this matter would have to be handled with great care. Although Master Xu’s name was not thunderous in Zhedu, he had heard of his deeds in Jiangdong, and the mere fact that the Xu family stood on equal footing with the Tang family of Jiangdong was something to be seriously reckoned with.

Lu Qinghou sensed keenly that something was definitely amiss! Yet, given his rank, he had no way of knowing the inside story.

Those few barbarians were somewhat on guard, for Chu Yun had the face of a Central Plains native, and on such a sensitive day, precautions were only natural.

"Then I choose my own path—to defeat you utterly, and stride out into this world with honor!" Ye Huan retorted, refusing to show weakness.

Liu Tian hung up the phone, spirits soaring. Looking out the window again, he felt that the night view of the Eastern Sea held a new flavor.

"I don’t even know who it originally belonged to. But isn’t the true master whoever can wield it?" Su Zige said with a smile, unconcerned about others’ opinions.

The man’s body trembled violently. He reached out, caught a petal, pinched it between his fingers, his eyes wide with shock, excitement plain on his face. Suddenly, as if recalling something, he sighed softly.

To Yan Qing’s surprise, Su Zige appeared today in splendid robes—a scholar’s gown of brocade, a crown of white jade upon his head, a belt of green jade at his waist, and sashes with jade pendants, accentuating his refined, handsome bearing and ethereal grace. Such a sight was truly unforgettable.