Volume 1, Chapter 57: The Human Traffickers' Den

The members of the Li family fled in all directions, each escaping along a completely different route, making it utterly impossible for Ying Yuwei to protect every single one of them.

Since there was no way to gather everyone together, Ying Yuwei had no choice but to stay close to Ameng, halting her before she could lash out and harm anyone.

Noticing the look of relief wash over her, the gloom in Ye Tushen's eyes grew even denser. He lowered his head, his warm breath gently brushing against the crook of her neck.

Suddenly, the sound of a lock turning echoed by her ear, and before she could even react, she was violently yanked forward, tumbling straight into his embrace.

The moment he touched the card, Qiao Mu felt a subtle, lingering connection form between himself and the object, bearing the unmistakable effect of being bound upon pickup.

"Don't move!" Mei Zhaoling grabbed Ye Ge, pressing him by the shoulders back against the headboard of the bed. The movement was so forceful that the quilt slid completely off.

"Where are the six sects of the Immortal-Riding Path? Are they with the Zhong family?" Qiu Junyue asked anxiously.

Unsure of what else might be lurking outside, Jiang Yang was in no rush, simply lingering inside the council chamber. Glancing over, he saw that Zhu Bing's complexion had also returned to normal.

"Sigh, Qingqing, the servants have already reported it to us just now. Did you really lock your wife up? And beat her so severely?" Murong Qing's grandfather asked. He was a powerhouse of the Capital Grand Avenue and held the title of Vice Sect Master.

At that moment, Zhang Yunze received a phone call from an unfamiliar number originating from Beijing.

The real Qiao Mu walked out of the yamen, yawning as if he had just woken up from an afternoon nap.

Liu Xu delivered this unsparing blow—after all, who among them had ever ridden a high-speed rail? Having been in the Tang Dynasty for over a decade, goodness knows what high-speed trains of future generations had evolved into.

That was a terrifying aura sharing the exact same origin as the explosive flames, and it was hurtling straight toward the blast site at an unbelievable speed.

Cao Cao was fiercely ambitious, having achieved the feat of holding the Emperor to command the lords, and incessantly issuing decrees to boss around the warlords of the realm.

Silence descended upon this place, yet the sounds of battle from the surrounding residential houses grew increasingly fierce. The weeping, shouting, and shrieking shook the heavens, but Lü Peng remained entirely indifferent to it all.

Lü布's strength was formidable. Judging by their own senses, if it were only the two of them facing him, they might not be able to defeat him at all—though naturally, neither of them would voice such a thought aloud.

Neymar was startled, letting out a cry of alarm: "Dual cultivation of magic and martial arts?" Before he could even react, he was heavily tackled to the ground.

"I've checked their records. One is a B-class, and the other doesn't even make B-class. I've seen too many of their kind. They actively approach you, cater to you, even fawn over you, solely to seek a protective umbrella..." Tornado spread her hands, recounting what she had witnessed at the Hero Association.

Lian Yueyang's belly was already seven months along, and seeing how arduous it was for her to attend the banquet, Murong Beiyi specially bestowed herbal soups upon her.

Although Zhao Yun was the lord's fourth brother, he was cavalry; therefore, breaching the Jingxing Pass along the Jingxing Trail could only be accomplished by Zhang He's infantry.

Pulling Liu Xu forcefully toward him once more, the two embraced tightly again. Liu Xu realized that the phrase "a man's true nature" was entirely accurate; some matters might initially invite restraint, but once that threshold was crossed, you would find yourself desperately wanting to say to hell with everything else.

After tying everyone up securely, the trainees haphazardly shoved them into the carriages, whipped the horses, and headed back.

Ahead of them, a city came into view, resting upon the earth like a dormant behemoth.

Could this person be some high-ranking official from the capital? Assuredly so—just by looking at that magnificent and imposing aura, there could be no mistake.