Chapter Forty-Five

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Sun Youke crouched behind the cover and administered a blocking injection to Lin Zexing’s severed hand. Seizing the chaos among the Phantom Hand members, he replaced the magazine of the Type 92 with special rounds. Facing the ghost-faced figure enhanced by the Brain-Eating Sword Beast mutation, no damage could be inflicted without explosive rounds.
Louzi could hardly believe that man was really the eldest brother, but no matter what, he couldn’t convince himself otherwise.
“Check the other supernatural beings,” Jiang Yan shook his head, trying to clear his mind, then entered the safe house.
Imagine being forcibly dragged out of a dream—unpleasant, though not exactly heartbreaking. But for Wen Yue, who sought strength as an armed field operative, any measure that weakened combat ability was a sign of distrust.
He indeed felt deeply troubled, for with Chen Hongfei’s departure from Jiangbei City, the struggle between Zhou Jinyu and Shen Guangming was gradually tipping in favor of the latter.
Western dishes were brought out one after another, and once all was served, Li Lingfeng locked the door behind him.
Since the intent was to capture Gu Changhuai, they should have taken him directly to the Ministry of Justice’s prison. Xiao Yu personally holding him was unacceptable—they could not allow him any chance of private interrogation.
Ruo Xi sighed; if only the housing matter could be settled at once, she wouldn’t have delayed, but the current situation was truly bleak.
Five minutes after exposure, the man exhibited tidal breathing; pulse thinned and counted, blood pressure dropped, reflexes vanished, pupils dilated.
Currently, there were two types of safflower in the pharmacy: one was genuine, precisely prepared with potent medicinal properties, but rare and expensive.
Many people still stood outside, each scrutinizing him as he emerged. Cain exhaled deeply only after walking a good distance. The mother from Brittany was no pushover—far more formidable than the legendary wicked mother-in-law. Cain felt his palms drenched in sweat.
Yet, Madam An’s shifting attitudes left Song Chen somewhat confused—this was also why he chose to endure for the time being.
“Wangyue Hermitage? Buddha, that’s the domain of the Compassionate Avalokiteshvara Buddha, right? Our hands can’t reach there,” the warrior monk wondered inwardly.
During his years in the United States, he had mastered countless skills, truly proving the adage that versatility is never a burden.
“Are you that undying grandson of Blair?” Shimir’s anger flared as he fixed Cain with a glare and demanded again.

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Su Ran noticed the dark aura pressing on his forehead, likely from losing a portion of his soul; after a moment, she raised her hand signaling everyone to disperse.
“A normal, cultured adult with independent thought should understand how detestable it is to gossip behind others’ backs,” she said coldly, casting Xiao Han a glance before turning to her desk. Her indifferent gaze lingered as Xiao Han lowered his head, standing by the door lost in thought for a long while.
“Did you hear? Su Ran married that second young master of the Yan family,” Pan Yufei whispered conspiratorially through the class loudspeaker with a raised brow.
Elsewhere, Captain Chen had just stepped out of the hotel but hadn’t gone far before someone suddenly wrapped a bedsheet around his head from behind.
After descending the stairs, Su Ran didn’t wait for Su Yi’s call and headed straight to the “Fragrance of Food” restaurant opposite.
An elderly man with snow-white hair emerged from the house; although his hair was completely white, his spirit was vigorous, and his face was flushed with health.
After Li Granny took her old man out, He Dajun stuffed the spirit money into his pocket, turned, and stared intently at me without saying a word.
Dongfang Yaozhuo showed no reaction; for her, the only thought during battle was to defeat the opponent. Whether the staff was a simple stick or now equipped with a blade, it made no difference to her.
However, such phenomena are rare in today’s society, so I only practiced a few symbolic moves without much effort.
Realizing his tone was perhaps too harsh, Qiu Ye was silent for a moment before softening his voice and speaking.
“Just across the street at that tea shop, to have tea and talk. Of course, the tea is on me, Teacher Ning,” Dong said, initiating the conversation.
He had already blended into the surroundings; even his breathing synchronized with the rhythm of the environment.
“Rest assured, I may not be as skilled as you in other areas, but when it comes to ground operations, you’re no match for Old Wang—no, the old soldier,” Wang Hai said confidently, patting his chest with a smile.
The next moment, my heart seemed to stop beating, and my scalp tightened as if about to burst.
Mitong had been preoccupied with parking the car; when she finished and looked toward the mall, everything had already vanished.

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As soon as he finished speaking, the deputy officers opened the way for him in unison. The most well-informed deputy, surnamed Gao, followed eagerly behind, chattering nonstop to Chen Yuan about various talismans and medicinal herbs on the market.
He vaguely sensed that something was concealed within this sealed alchemical furnace, but to discover what exactly, he’d have to restore the furnace and retrieve it to investigate further.
His gun barrel was suddenly pushed aside by an outstretched hand. Behind the wounded policeman, Xia Yi leapt forward, shooting at the terrified soldier’s face, the bullet entering the open mouth, then pressing forward onto another person, pinning them against the armored vehicle’s side.
The urge to become stronger, to break free from the wheel of fate, and to ascend the supreme starry sky was something he could never shake off.
Whether a notorious pirate or a young hero, those who brawled in inns and taverns and remembered to compensate in silver were exceedingly rare.
However, with this year’s palace coup in Taijing, the death of Lu Zhang, and the prince’s ascension, it could be said that the Ning family’s toughest days were behind them.
At the Song army camp, the battle between Di Qing and Nong Zhigao was drawing to a close. After his defeat in the Kunlun Mountains, Nong Zhigao was pursued by Di Qing’s strict troops into Yongzhou City, where they seized vast amounts of gold, silver, jade, and thousands of livestock. They also gathered 7,200 able-bodied men who had been captured and coerced by rebels, comforting and then releasing them.
Moreover, since deep enmity had been formed, if they stopped, would the enemy? With such a foe lurking, he could never feel at ease.
At that moment, a demonic eye suddenly descended from the sky like a falling comet, swiftly landing. A streak of demonic light flashed, and from the void emerged an ancient-dressed man in a jade-green robe, a sword hanging at his waist.
The tearing blood wound expanded with flesh on the neck; the cavalryman who had been mounted stared at his iron helmet soaring into the sky, his headless body swayed and fell off the beast.
The cavalry commander of King Ke, Mu Yuan, roared at the legion. The soldiers scattered, making way for their cavalry’s charge. Watching the cavalry approaching like a dust storm, Li Fan’s expression remained unchanged.