Volume One, Chapter 49: The Birthday Gift Prepared by Chu Ming

Inside the private room, Old Zhang, Wu Fang, and the others remained silent. However, Xiao Li's face revealed a hint of hesitation.

He Sui sighed inwardly; this man looked aloof and restrained in a suit, but once he took it off, he was nothing short of a beast.

Ming Wanli and He Jin both stared at Ping An as if he were some kind of monster; the way he spoke about seppuku was as casual as slaughtering a chicken.

In truth, his original plan was to have Martins deal with Fleck and the others—if Fleck insisted on meeting him, he would simply find an excuse to avoid them.

Behind him, another horse could be seen, with boots faintly swaying—his master was still alive. As long as he remained cautious, he could escape with his master.

"I'll remember you. If you dare to speak of today's events, I will never let you go," Jiang Wan hurled this threat as she departed.

No one knew what Old Dan had done, but outside the palace, the phantom forms of nine tripods appeared. Gradually, illusion became reality, and above the tripods, the royal flames of the Seven Warring States began to manifest.

Roan gazed at Zhao Yanran's retreating figure, his heart overflowing with tenderness. He lay down on the grass, staring at the stars above, smiling faintly before closing his eyes.

On the other side, Zhan Wei clutched his arm, enduring the pain as he followed Captain Dick. Dick's face had shed its former fawning smile, replaced now by a sinister expression.

He had not retrieved the computer tossed aside when he entered the stone gate; now he held only a flashlight.

On the first floor, Lockell, having purchased some materials, was seated on the sofa, surveying his surroundings. Upon seeing Li Meng descend, he immediately followed.

"We'll talk about it later. The food and water supplies should last another month and a half, right?" Biscay glanced at him.

Bear-type monsters were renowned for their strength—this one, at the Golden Core stage, possessed terrifying power.

Meanwhile, boundless chains extended from Kurapika's hand, clattering as they whipped toward Nobunaga with the force of a long lash.

The next moment, the two who had opposed Lin suddenly shuddered, raising their heads to look at the shadow above—or rather, at the dice held in the shadow's hand.

"For now, ten minutes is the limit. Any longer, and I might truly become a god!" Su Li gazed over the surrounding star fields, sighing deeply.

"Very impressive," Mr. Fool, Klein, allowed neither delight nor disappointment to color his voice.

The spear in his hand was forged from exceptionally hard metal—even Nen users found it difficult to break. Now, wrapped in Nen, it was utterly indestructible.

Ji Yunin's hometown newspaper, the Jingcheng Evening News, had even published a wealth of images from Ji Yunin's participation in the Hope Cup in the first half of 1980.

Her skin was naturally pale and cool, fine as silk. Under the sunlight, she resembled a fresh lily—elegant and radiant. The slight dark circles under her eyes did nothing to mar her beauty; instead, they lent her an endearing charm.

He had taken off his coat before entering the operating room; it was stained with his blood, and Shen Nuo placed it aside.

After saying this, Li Jiayan realized she was betraying herself with her words, so she pursed her lips and fell silent.

Suddenly, darkness clouded his vision as he moved to check the situation; a burlap sack dropped over his head, trapping him.

Fortunately, he had kept his wits about him—otherwise, there would be no need for a warrant; before long, the Song residence would be surrounded.

Thus, news of Jiang Qingwan's marital infidelity was dredged up for public condemnation, and my pinned statement on the homepage was repeatedly screenshotted.