Volume 1, Chapter 46: Kidnapping

Duan Wuhen stood before the Yan family villa, gazing at the tightly shut gates and the silent courtyard. His heart plummeted, and an ominous foreboding surged through him.

"Have I arrived too late after all?" Duan Wuhen murmured, biting his lower lip hard.

He had not expected Uncle Fu to act with such swiftness. Yet, in this vast sea of humanity, where on earth could he have hidden Yan's father and mother?

Duan Wuhen's hands involuntarily clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, his eyes filled with anxiety and self-reproach.

At this critical juncture, the ringing of a mobile phone suddenly shattered the suffocating silence.

Duan Wuhen hastily pulled out his phone, and seeing that the caller ID was First Qingcheng, he quickly pressed the answer button...

Long Tianwei let out a low shout, instantly applying the crushed medicinal residue evenly across every inch of Long Yuntian's body! Not even the most private parts were spared.

As he spoke, Xuanye's figure instantly blurred. In that spot, a cluster of spiritual energy materialized in its place. Following that, this cluster of spiritual energy flickered and vanished from Ye Feng's sea of consciousness.

Upon hearing the director's words and seeing the cameramen halt their movements, the crowd asked questions in unison, their faces bearing expressions of incomprehension.

"Outlander, just wait. I will definitely make you feel the might of me, Chu Tianyu!" Chu Tianyu clenched his fists, brimming with fighting spirit, and poured all his focus into cultivating the Phantom Art.

As Long Tianwei's calm, ruthless, and almost cold-blooded analysis unfolded, Long Yuntian's expression gradually grew heavy, even turning somewhat dejected.

Zhang Yufeng's faction burst into disappointed sighs, while only Wang Zilong cheered loudly, dancing with joy and laughing heartily.

"Do not speak in such absolute terms. I know your strength is formidable, but do not forget the terrifying nature of the organization. You think that by simply declaring you've broken away, you are truly free? If the organization wanted to deal with you, you would have been dead long ago," the God of Guns said indifferently.

Ye Feng took a light breath, his entire aura shifting abruptly. The Eternal Night Sword instantly turned a dark grayish hue, and wisps of deathly aura emanated from its blade.

Combat classes could be transferred, and the ordinary humans in the original cities had all been purged by monsters. Did that mean there was no longer any point in reclaiming the cities?

Yang Ting, who was always proud and conceited, was actually belittled to such an extent by the figure in the black robe. How could his psyche possibly accept this reality?

"Very well! Su Daji, I agree to your request! Tonight, I shall personally set out and retrieve these two items for you!" Liu Liangming declared.

"I know." Lin Feng nodded indifferently. That Li Wan loved him, he naturally knew; otherwise, Li Wan would not have waited for him all these years.

With guests thronging about and disliking being surrounded, he used the excuse of tired feet and a desire to rest to head to the backyard, intending to find his third brother.

Once the Japanese artillery was destroyed, the National Revolutionary Army's armored vehicles would essentially be peerless in this Eastern theater of war, where firepower was lacking and armor was thin.

Glancing distantly at the direction of the Ye City government office—a place I could not enter—this ballad, however, could achieve it.

That nether-specter glanced around and let out a roar; the oil lamps nearby instantly extinguished, and even the cinnabar emitted a sizzling sound.

As the two sat side by side, their hands dancing and leaping across the piano keys, an elegant melody rang out, and in an instant, the air seemed to grow serene.

Lin Ruoer possessed immense talent in this area, stirring up the fighting spirit of the hot-blooded youths in just a few words.

Continuous crashing sounds echoed incessantly from within the golden light, and multicolored hues flickered across the golden light from time to time. However, as the impacts grew increasingly rapid, those multicolored hues grew progressively dimmer.

Besides, the air force needed training too, didn't they? The training of an air force was never about bombing ground targets, but rather engaging in aerial combat! Only through such ground-to-ground and air-to-air engagements could it be considered true training.

"Stop getting emotional, Zhang Yang is coming over!" Jiang Xiaozhu said, looking at Old Zhang, who had emerged from the dormitory building's entrance wearing a wrapped coat and a cowering posture.

The painted pleasure boats decorated with neon lights appeared exceptionally dazzling on such a night and upon such a lake.

Wu Tian had already reached this age; the youthful recklessness and the impetuousness of youth... he had experienced them all. Therefore, Wu Tianmu was merely somewhat more steady now. As for Wu Tianmu's wildness, it was not entirely absent, but rather gradually obscured by the vicissitudes of the passing years.

A move like this was something many had not anticipated. After all... the opponent was not particularly weak either, nor were they unable to fight the enemy, and their lineup was fully capable of winning.

The wooden table was carved with peach blossom patterns, and the stools matched the table as a set, exuding a sense of nostalgic charm.

After waiting for a long time, once the seeded contestants from all the peaks had arrived, the sect deacon suddenly flicked his finger, abruptly producing a metal-clashing sound that vibrated painfully against the eardrums, instantly causing everyone to fall silent.

The more Yang Pan'er looked at the大神 (Great God) dressed in this manner, the more she felt that something in her heart... had been concealed, something she had subconsciously ignored.

Song Chuyin watched the filming from outside, while Mu Yangxue pointed in the direction of Su Liyue. At that moment, the character Lin Zhixin she was portraying was being beaten with a whip by her own biological mother.

Upon hearing this, Song Chuyin felt a sudden wave of depression in her heart, abruptly feeling that she was truly useless. Others had systems that acted like cheat codes, but if she didn't have a father like Song Cheng, resolving matters would probably be far more troublesome.

"The Summit Shard! I understand now, you are carrying the Summit Shard!" Comprehending this point, Yiyi altered her technique. Her attack range expanded, engulfing the entire Funing Hall.

Qian Chunfeng was the most outstanding figure in the current generation of the Qian family; he currently held the position of deputy minister of a certain ministry and was striving to become the minister this time around.

Chatting and laughing, the group arrived downstairs. The old woman was gone, but the barbecue grill and charcoal were still there.

At this moment, Jerry's heart was a flood of emotions: anger, confusion, helplessness, stifled rage... and so on. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the enemy would be so bold; an assassin skilled in stealth would take the initiative to strike, catching him somewhat off guard.