Chapter 58: An Acquaintance
Upon reaching the front hall, he made a quick turn and slipped into an empty room, grabbing the food and devouring it ravenously. Sated, he then sneaked into the staff changing room, found a waiter’s uniform, and began searching for his target.
The aunts had said that the stingy boss’s office was on the top floor, the most luxurious suite. Wan Shun took the stairs. When he reached the top, he peeked cautiously inside. There were six opulent private rooms, each guarded by two attendants at the door. This could be tricky.
Ling Xuan was about to respond, but the sounds of celebration outside grew louder, drowning out his words until they were almost inaudible. Suddenly, the carriage jerked to a halt, as if something had blocked its path.
Footsteps thundered as Su Mubai gave chase, his razor-sharp dagger stabbing forward without a word—there was no intention of negotiation.
Time was running out. Kala grew anxious, urging Kai Sa to press the attack while he himself moved to cover him, determined to turn the tide of the match. Then there was Saraticci, the right winger for this game, who also wanted Kai Sa to surge forward. He cut inside, searching for an opportunity to shoot.
The formation exuded a tremendous pressure, making everyone below feel a sudden heaviness in their hearts, as though a mountain had settled upon their chests.
Several renowned music critics and review sites gave their thoughts on the song, awarding it a rather high score.
A few cloudships lingered here, waiting for the required number of task-takers before carrying them off to the mission location.
“Alright,” Lin Xuan nodded. The bronze coffin atop Wuji's head—no, not a green hat!—was brought down with force, crushing him completely. His soul was obliterated, black blood gushed forth, and fragments of bone scattered across the ground.
In less than three days, Liverpool was set to face Aston Villa in the league. Villa remained quite strong, with Agbonlahor on the rise, having lost only one match this season and still showing formidable form. Even though Villa would be playing away, Liverpool would not have an easy time.
Ferguson let it be known that Van Nistelrooy was not for sale. He was the team’s choice for center-forward, and with new signings joining, his goal tally was expected to rise—selling him was out of the question.
At that moment, two distant figures, visibly anxious, hurried toward her.
Yun Ziyan gritted her silver teeth, urging the blue orb to dart away at an unimaginable speed. As the four departed, there came a muffled crash from behind—dozens of huge blocks of ice collided, exploding into a storm of snow and ice shards.
Yet, I, who came into this world as a living experiment, ultimately shifted all that should have been my burden onto Ichinomiya. He bore all the pain for me, while my mother, rightfully, died from an experimental infection.
At this thought, Onba couldn’t help but long for her old battle suit. If its detection systems were still intact, she could easily reconstruct the scene from back then.
But in a world as chaotic as this, seeking out lost teammates or hidden enemies was an arduous task.
Seeing this, Ji Mo raised an eyebrow and held out his hand. “That depends on how much of my strength you can force out.”
Onba’s intuition was indeed sharp, but it was only a passive skill. If there were no restrictions, why would she bother competing? She could just spend her days fortune-telling and reading omens!
Fang Qianyuan’s conflicted state disturbed the tangible world around him, even disrupting the laws of nature, like mayflies landing on the still surface of water.
After dinner, the old men followed Chu Zhengqing’s instructions to gather all the silver notes and valuables. As for those people, they were taken away by Xu Wu and Jiang Zijun. How they were dealt with, the old master had already given his orders: it was up to them.
Shui Yao treated Qi Shuyu with no courtesy, no longer caring about status or propriety. This wretched girl was always opposing her, and today’s incident was surely her doing.