Chapter 60

Dawes finished his glass of wine, capped the red wine bottle, went into the bathroom to take a hot shower, and then Mu Yunqing sat back down in front of her computer to work.

Seeing Su Hongxin heavily injured and coughing up blood, her phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed, filled with ghostly aura and towering ferocity. Looking at the ancient deity wrapped within the giant cocoon, she spread her wings, preparing to strike.

Jules had been an exception once; she left before Chang Wei could even make a move. As for Samantha, she had already fallen into the beautiful palace woven for her by Chang Wei.

He could neither laugh nor cry, pushing that wondrous, restless hand away and rescuing his precious hair from its clutches.

Baili Shu was nearly thrown off balance by the sudden push. She turned around to look at Qinghe in disbelief, only to find the silver needles in Qinghe's hand gleaming with a cold, hard light.

Instead, the Fiery Sun Bead bounced off Feng Long's gauntlet, was flung away once more, and dropped onto the ground nearby.

In Azeroth, while Chang Wei seemed to have done a great deal, he had actually used the profound mysteries of creation to isolate himself from the world. Magic treasures were not an issue; as natives of Azeroth, Tyrande and the others utilizing some wondrous artifacts to strike back against unseen watchers was only natural.

"Pfft!" The young man spat out a mouthful of blood again, his entire body twitching once before finally going completely still.

After leaving the shop, Su Shangxue continued her stroll, only to overhear the following conversation as she passed by the entrance of an alley.

As he spoke, he stepped forward and lightly tapped his toe against the ground, striking a man who was still shrieking and wailing in agony. The man's eyes instantly turned crimson, filled with bloodshot veins, and his screams stopped abruptly.

The film crew had merely rented a section of the studio base and did not use the original sets and facilities belonging to the studio itself.

"Are you really going to take us to that peak you mentioned? You still haven't explained what's going on!" Looking at the increasingly difficult mountain path and the rapidly darkening sky, Lian Tonghai complained with a hint of grievance.

Promptly controlling his breathing and utilizing his muscles and blood vessels to staunch the bleeding, his combat effectiveness had nevertheless plummeted by more than half.

"Such a powerful aura! True to an Asura, indeed extraordinary," Mr. Wei said cheerfully.

Looking at the empty room, Lu Chen gently sighed, a lingering question arising in his mind: how could such a thing exist within Gong Wei's soul? Some people in this mortal realm were truly baffling.

Lin Yifei gave the gelatinous substance a name: Mystic Spirit Jade. Firstly, because the substance was milky white throughout, resembling jade; secondly, because it had presumably been nurtured by heaven and earth within the black boulder through countless eons of painstaking effort, making it an inherently marvelous and wondrous phenomenon. As for the word "Spirit" in the middle, it went without saying that it was in loving memory of Tianling.

He was the second-largest shareholder of the company, holding five percent of the shares. His status and prestige were second only to Chen Sheng, and he was also one of the founding veterans who had built the empire from the ground up.

The next day passed much the same way, as if everything had simply been Mu Yi's imagination and no one was plotting against him. Yet Mu Yi remained unperturbed and at ease, showing not the slightest trace of anxiety.

Ma Jun watched from the side and shook his head slightly. He really couldn't tell whether these two oddballs had genuinely been enlightened by Tan Yue's words or were simply sucking up to him.

"Very well. Have there been any unexpected incidents over the past two months?" Mu Yi nodded, a hint of appreciation showing on his face. Although this group originated from the native tribes, Mu Yi did not mind this at all; to him, loyalty was the only thing that mattered.

Whether it was serving tea, pouring water, washing her feet, or being bullied by her, you simply had to endure it all.

Continuing with the original plan would be of no use. After all, given the current situation, it was equally impossible for them to divide their forces to simultaneously attack the states of Wei and Wu; they could only wait for the next opportunity.

After a few bare-bottomed men were left hanging from a tree by their comrades to be mocked all day, Ji Huashan—the group's strategist, whose counsel was disliked by some but disputed by none—learned of the incident. Stroking his beard, he devised a sequential strategy to lure the snake out of its hole. Unexpectedly, the black-robed assassin grew vigilant upon taking the first bait, refused to fall for the rest, and retreated safely.

The iron man slowed down, the red light in its eyes beginning to dim. It slowly walked into the pool until its entire body was completely submerged.

As for the safety of Misaka Mikoto—*Editor's note: referring to Shokuhou Misaka's counterpart in context*—other organizations seemed to have taken over after that day. Given her duties and clearance, Frenda was naturally not qualified to access deeper intelligence.

Qi Dongfeng knew she was saying the opposite of what she meant. No one knew a mother better than her son; after twenty years as mother and son, that bond was undeniable.

"So what if I hit you? I was born specifically to beat you!" Zhan Hongying said through gritted teeth, asserting her dominance over Zhu Ziyan. Zhu Ziyan could not help but shrink her neck, as if Zhan Hongying were about to chop off her head.

Seeing Jinhuan Sanjie completely ignore them, Dong Tu'na and A Hui'nan felt a surge of fury in their hearts, but having nowhere to vent it, they could only silently lead over two horses and mount them.

Just moments ago, they had received eyewitness reports from a lower-level branch that a large-scale operation by an orange-named guild had been detected.

If they encountered them, the Qi army would surely lose their nerve before the battle even began, allowing their own side to seize the initiative, rapidly capture Qingzhou, end the war with the state of Qi, and turn their attention to dealing with Wei and Wu instead.

Xiao Mei had no doubt that if that stinky man were standing right before her, her vengeful Nine-Yin White Bone Claw would definitely tear a chunk of flesh right off his waist.