The Overbearing CEO Supporting Actor Forced into Stupidity in a Cliché Retro Novel (10)

Upon first seeing this young man, no one could have ever imagined that he was actually the son of the Lord of Angs City. The physical difference between the two was simply too vast, presenting completely opposite appearances.

Had these matters been anticipated beforehand, why would he be wasting his brain cells here now? This was entirely because he had thought far too little about it.

However, viewed through the eyes of Zhang Haotian and Zhou Weiguang, it was not quite that simple.

He Chuan frowned and thought deeply. He was aware of Li Qing's family background; although the Li family was not a prominent clan in Qingfeng City, they did possess their own inherent assets. He Chuan had never estimated the exact worth of these assets, but even for an investment, there was surely no need to mortgage a house.

Yet, as for the praise bestowed by Master Kongzhi, Zhou Bingran lacked the courage to accept it just like that. The old monk's words carried a title too grand and heavy for him to bear at his current stage.

"Don't worry, we are trying to find a way." Zhang Haotian attempted to comfort Zhou Yingying, hoping to ease her anxiety. Moreover, there was no telling whether those restraints would only tighten the more one struggled; if that truly was the case, struggling would be utterly pointless.

A sudden flash of lightning streaked across the sky, instantly followed by a torrential downpour that lashed coldly against the windows. Flashes of lightning flickered intermittently in the heavens, looking exceptionally ferocious.

Back then—he still remembered back then—the gentleness transmitted through the palms of their hands. If one could only live for this single day, having loved you so deeply, I would have no regrets.

This was Japan, the territory of the Dao Transmission Society, and their domain. To them, Gu Shen was, after all, merely an outsider.

He Chuan hesitated. Under these circumstances, he had adjusted his mindset to the utmost, yet still found himself at a complete loss as to how to proceed.

Lin Yun took it in a daze, her expression turning slightly dim as she looked at Lin Chen's profile, a faint bitterness stirring in her heart. Were they... merely friends?

Entering the room, Wu Anfu invited her to take a seat. He then sat down nearby, yet found himself at a loss for words.

Unless one was either supremely confident in one's own strength, or simply found something immensely amusing... A faint smile played at the corners of Lin Chen's lips. He had never been a man who enjoyed a life of ease.

The power of laws could only be comprehended at least at the Sword Sovereign stage, so just how terrifying would a Sword Sovereign expert who had grasped the laws of space be? Lin Chen naturally found it hard to guess.

Therefore, she had orchestrated a fine drama for Hu Xixi at the detention center. Whether this would bring fortune or disaster for Hu Xixi, and whether she could evade it, remained an unknown.

The martial techniques unleashed by the two had clashed countless times, yet Jiang Shang's newly resolved technique was terrifyingly formidable, far surpassing anything he had used before.

Man Jia watched until Yuan Dong was entirely out of sight, then turned around intending to head home. Suddenly remembering that she needed to pick up a few things at the supermarket, she pivoted and headed toward the entrance instead.

The establishment of the Old Zhang Research Center was not only a commemoration of Old Zhang's lifelong contributions but also an exploration into the integration of traditional wisdom and modern technology. Li Xun and Anya hoped that through this platform, more people would come to understand and study Lao Zhang's strategies, applying them to a broader range of fields.

The Crown Prince rode high on a fine steed; the bright red wedding robe he wore could still not conceal his current arrogance and might.

Fortunately, because Peter had frequently visited the newspaper office during this period, the Daily Bugle had retained his contact number even though he was not a formal employee.

"Actually, regions where the flow of time is relatively chaotic are all located near the Holy Gate. The flow of time inside a planet does not differ much from that in most of cosmic space," she said.

The two had just flown out when a resounding crash echoed from high above, followed by a sky full of glass shattering down like rain.

This blood feud naturally had to be avenged. He had originally intended to lead men to tear down the Water and Cloud Pavilion, only to be stopped by his mother, Lan Guiying.

Su Xiong'an could only take a deep breath and fabricate a lie with a straight face: "Recently, I heard something well worth reflecting upon."

Walking into the hotpot restaurant, Li Chang'an discovered that it was already packed to the brim. The ancients still maintained a very strong curiosity toward this novel style of dining.

Although the physical resilience of Connors was tough enough to withstand even artillery shells, facing Hulk's fists, he felt incomparable pain.

At this moment, Li Ling was completely immersed in a grand and heroic state of mind. In his vision, the disciples of Cliff Academy had vanished entirely, leaving only the magnificent rivers and mountains, and the cosmic starry sky.

Ke Yunshang sped all the way, tracking Miemie's traces. When he saw her waiting anxiously beneath a tree, he immediately descended from the air. The moment he touched the ground, the blood and qi within his body surged violently once more, forcing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Every single move of yours is tied to the high-level game of chess. To be able to live your life to this extent, you are truly the first," Zheng Zhongren said, giving a thumbs-up out of envy that he simply could not replicate.

No matter how those extremists stirred up trouble, none of them had ever detonated a nuclear bomb; yet Sun Yi detonated one just as he pleased, and did so in a way that forced people to swallow their pride and accept it. Such a feat was simply beyond ordinary men.

Sure enough, the pair of palms I thrust forward, clearly aimed at his fists, ultimately slipped past each other, striking empty air.

After dinner, everyone boarded the vehicles and headed to the villa. They first returned to their respective rooms to bathe and change clothes before gathering in the living room.

After the grandmother and grandson exchanged a few more casual remarks, Wang Qihuang noticed a look of fatigue on the old lady's face and stood up to take her leave.

Seeing Zhiyong in such a rare state, Chen Lan could not help but feel utterly bewildered. It was merely a request to see her; would Yang Jinzhou really resort to threatening people with a blade? Otherwise, what else could have scared Monk Zhiyong to this extent?

Three black lines slipped down Wang Qihuang's forehead. Giving the putting-on-airs man in white a frustrated, sidelong glance, she sneered, "Hmph, what do you mean by that? Could it be that if I don't help you untie the doubts in your heart, you plan to sponge off my household?" This was nothing less than disguised extortion.

Suddenly, Yanwang Suo felt the world before his eyes begin to spin continuously. When everything finally steadied, he found the towering figure of Wenjian Guuming standing right before him.

Hearing that voice, Su Wan'er, who had just stepped out of the carriage, changed expression and glanced at the maidservant accompanying her. The maid quickly produced some silver to tip the coachman and the accompanying matron, and only then followed her mistress through the doors. Since the people had been safely delivered, the contingent from the Marquis of Yangning's estate did not linger and hurried back.