Chapter 37: An Open and Aboveboard Frame-up

Song Qiao stopped in her tracks, sensing that Shen Ruoxi clearly had something to say to her. If she were to dodge now, it would only make her appear guilty, and she had done nothing wrong to begin with.

"What brings the young mistress out for a stroll with such leisure today?" Shen Ruoxi asked, approaching with an overbearing air.

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Once outside the gate of Yilan Courtyard, the smile vanished from Lu Caixi’s face, replaced by a look of grim determination.

That day, Zhang Jiaze hurried to the main cafeteria to collect the trash as he always did. It was evening, and there were few students left. Lost in thoughts about his new project, he moved with such haste that he accidentally knocked a dinner tray from a student’s hands, spilling it onto the floor.

Su He turned to Naya in shock: "You jerk, do you even know what you’re saying?"

"Dongzi, could it be this thing that killed that zombie? Is this silver needle really so powerful that it didn't even give the zombie a chance to react?" Old Kong asked, voicing his inner doubts.

"Meiling, how are you so fit? You climbed such a steep mountain and aren't even out of breath," Xiaowei wheezed.

Watching the doting look in Hong Yi’s eyes, Shiyao smiled slightly, though a faint sadness stirred in her heart.

Zhao Yi had finally managed to establish a foothold in Fanyang County. If the Yellow Turban rebels destroyed it, all his plans and dreams would vanish like a basket trying to draw water. He would never allow such a thing to happen.

Seeing Su He’s agitation, she seemed to realize something, and her eyes turned dangerous.

The stinging sensation all over her body grew more frequent and intense, pulling into knots—a pain beyond words.

After a full day of trouble at the police station, through the mediation of the officers, Song Yazhu finally understood Zhang Jiaze’s motives. When she realized this was merely a case of good intentions gone wrong, her anger dissipated instantly.

Despite everything that had happened, Jin Mo did not punish Lan Xueyun, but instead brought her before the notorious Five Team.

Bu Sheng patted his armor; the Blue Star scales seemed to know they were heading into battle, emitting a continuous, sharp chime.

After exiting the fortress gate, Wu Da did not head straight for Liangyun Mountain, but instead made his way toward Zhongyi Manor.

Lost in thought, she lowered her legs and rested her chin on her hands, watching Brother Sui cook in the kitchen, her gaze turning tender.

However, the twenty-four people who appeared at the third branch of the Duke of Cheng’s mansion today not only completely overturned Situ Yao’s expectations but also impressed Fenghuang’er.

Even if there were reasons to shift the blame onto the chief, he no longer had any chance of rising to power.

Bang, bang, bang! Lin Shengxi controlled the recoil of his AKM with an 8x scope for the first three shots, though the next two flew high. Still, he managed to suppress the man on the left.

Though evil could dominate their bodies, it could not manipulate their kind and righteous souls.

"Um, it’s not like that. It’s just that I’m not feeling very well," Linda explained to Abel’s mother.

As the sound ceased, a chorus of horse neighs erupted. Then, the entire apartment building was dragged down and collapsed, burying everyone inside and ending their lives.

"If you really become the finance director, can you truly smooth this matter over?" He Manzi asked after a long silence.

Huai Ren knelt in agony, looking like a miserable migrant worker squeezed dry of his wages by a heartless boss.

I saw a large crowd—about twenty men, aged eighteen to twenty-two, dressed in flashy, gaudy clothes that made it clear they were up to no good. They were charging in my direction in a chaotic swarm.