Volume 1, Chapter 50: I Am Not a Police Officer, I Can't Help You

"What! Bai Yuwei was taken away by the public security officers?"
"I saw it with my own eyes, they put her right into the police car from Lesser Shao Lane, there's no mistake about it."
"I saw it too, quite a few people went!"
"..." Taken away by the public security officers?
The Yu Mansion itself was equipped with advanced facilities; not only was it wired for electricity with a complete set of various lamps, but it was also installed with a landline telephone and a private telegraph machine, which was extremely rare even among prominent families in the provincial capital.
The ocean trembled and the waves surged. Although saying it was like a tsunami erupting was a bit of an exaggeration, the momentum was definitely no less fierce than a tidal wave. Meng Haolong and the Orca chieftain, who were fighting not far away, were also affected and paused their battle to watch.
At least she had never heard of people or beasts at the primary vocational tier comprehending skills on their own, and two of them at that?
"You still talk so much nonsense, don't waste everyone's time. Hearing even one more word from you makes me want to vomit, let's begin!" Xiao Changfeng, sitting on a stone chair nearby, was full of undisguised contempt.
This year was the first Mid-Autumn Festival after his marriage with Huo Xingye. Because of work commitments, Huo Xingye had to stay with the production crew and had no time to come home for the holiday, let alone fly abroad to accompany him. Therefore, Nan Zhou thought about it and simply flew back himself.
Longteng Tiandi let out a slow, measured breath, and then, disregarding his own injuries, quickly rushed to the side of the unconscious Xia Qingyun. He half-knelt, lifted and held her in his arms, and anxiously grabbed her wrist to check her injuries.
He was about to hurl another curse when Xie Daozhi's heavy gaze suddenly shifted over to him. The insult rolled in his throat and could only be swallowed back down forcefully.
Passing the garrisoned area of the low-level watchmen at the foot of the mountain, just as they were about to follow the mountain path upward, a group of ruffians darted out diagonally from a nearby patch of woods.
White Cloud Ward gathered many low-level rogue cultivators, so it was naturally much better than the shantytowns where miners lived. Yet, it lacked any celestial grandeur; instead, it was bustling and full of common mortal flavor.
If he had come merely to acknowledge a bloodline, he could easily keep the person confined within the estate, at most giving out a dowry in the future.
Lin Guoliang gripped his gun tightly, his eyes fixed on Tan Xiaoling, showing a very nervous expression with words trembling on the tip of his tongue.
Meanwhile, Yun Ye was intent on killing the man in the brocade robe to silence him. He still recklessly thrust his sword toward the man's heart, using the ice armor on his own body—embedded with scales from both dragon and serpent—to smash directly into the sharp sword of the brocade-robed man.
Chu Linlin, who had already experienced the zombie incident and had not yet recovered her wits, heard that the corpse of her second uncle, stored at the mortuary, had vanished and fainted from shock. Under the instruction of Master Chu, Chu Lili then helped Chu Linlin back to her boudoir.
Having suffered such severe injuries, he was still this ferocious. Could this guy be a monster?
Although they were also unwilling, staying in the stinking pool for so long had already pushed them to their limit.
At this moment, Jenny, inside the banquet hall, ignored the astonished gazes of everyone, hastily rushed out, and attempted to find the bastard who had molested her during the day.
She and Zhang Xun and the others were somewhat familiar with each other, and they were usually very easygoing, but today they each looked like the King of Hell.
"There are ghosts?" This was Zhang Shan's first subconscious thought, but he simply could not believe that ghosts existed in this world.
"This old man pinched his fingers to calculate and knows that the Yin energy here is far too heavy..." The charlatan immediately spouted a bunch of nonsense, then put on his clothes, acting as if the whole thing were genuine.
He wanted to dodge, but found that his body simply refused to obey him, and that feathered arrow reached right before his eyes in the blink of an eye.
Yet, after eating for several days, the notice telling her to get lost and go back was not issued, but she was not assigned any job either. Every day consisted just of eating like this and then wandering around idly. She was terribly anxious, feeling like a pig raised in a pen, completely unaware of when she might suddenly be dragged out to be slaughtered.