Volume One, Chapter 25: Rooting Out the Worms

As he spoke, Zhang Yuanxiang made as if to strike Chu Ming.

When Gu Bei spoke to his father on the phone, his father hadn’t mentioned anything about opening a second internet café. Perhaps he knew Gu Bei had enough on his plate and didn’t want him to worry, but it was no surprise to Gu Bei. His father had suffered greatly in the first half of his life thanks to Wu Jinye. Now, with the chance to start a new business, his skills finally found their stage.

At those words, Master Gao let out an excited laugh. This Elder Xiao was one of the two elders of the Ximen clan—Ximen Xiao himself, a true relic of ages past.

A sect reduced to just two sisters, wandering the world to keep their legacy alive—life was full of insecurity.

Thinking this through, Nie Fenghua couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. After all, Hua Hua had once been a notorious philanderer; how had he become so inflexible now? To kill a disobedient new disciple at the cost of his own life—if Long Yifan knew, he would never have allowed it.

Gu Bei chuckled. By rights, if Yu Guiying was truly a trafficker, she should never have known him. So why did her gaze flicker with fear when she saw him?

The chaos ceased in an instant; the shout drew all eyes to Gu Bei. The backbone of the group had arrived, finally restoring order. From afar, Tian Tian watched Gu Bei—the youth standing on the hilltop, bathed in light, mysterious and powerful.

But this ending is probably the best for me. I never set out to save the world—just to protect my family and friends. Such a heavy burden is not one I wish to bear.

Damon broke out in a cold sweat. After all, it was his own loose tongue that had started this mess. He knew there was no escaping the trouble ahead—punishment was sure to come.

"Fine! You win, you’re the boss." Ma Rulong’s words nearly made Gu Bei die of anger, but he dared not slack off any longer and hurried to wash the vegetables and peel the garlic.

Her tone was earnest, her expression flawless. From any perspective, Hu Yueyue’s performance at that moment deserved a score of ninety. Yet the mattress, pressed against the thin blanket, was twisted out of shape—she was clearly gripping the sheet with all her strength.

Once in the car, Ji Feng had to cross his arms to drive, as his hands were handcuffed together, making him look awkward. Gu Yu kept staring out the window, searching for a sign that would reveal their location.

When they reached Feng Ping’s house, it was indeed empty. Wu Song dropped his bundle onto the table with a heavy thud, and Feng Ping exchanged a smile with Wang Neng.

If there is even a ten percent chance to ensure Yu Ge’s safety, shouldn’t I try?

At that moment, the only person she could think to ask for help was Yan Shiyu in Yunnan. Besides, since she had vanished without a trace, perhaps he was searching for her as well.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. So when Shao Fei had just shaken his head and sighed, saying “bland,” he wasn’t talking about the prospects of marriage—he meant the tea was too weak and wanted wine instead.

Jia Zhengjin brought Ai Pa’er to the bedside and leaned over to look at the sleeping David’s face first.

I spent the whole morning in a daze. Never mind the two hundred yuan attendance bonus—I still don’t know where my phone, wallet, or bag have gone! They say people lose control when drunk. I never believed it before, but now I do.

"No way, are you serious? You’re really getting engaged? When? You’ll invite me, right?" He was dying to know who Nie Wei’s fiancé was.