Volume One, Chapter 79: The Permit in Hand

"Captain, please stop keeping us in suspense. Tell us, which path do you have your eyes on?" Han Zhengdong was curious about what Wang Si was thinking.

Indeed, these matters required consulting a professional. Their approach was correct, but careful preparation was also necessary.

Gu Yu asked Kyle if he had the ability to trace someone’s location through a phone call. Kyle nodded, so Gu Yu immediately asked him to help track down the nanny she had just contacted.

Bai Zifan was too embarrassed to say the next sentence aloud. If not for his alchemy cauldron being a sacred artifact, he wouldn’t know how many times it would have exploded by now.

So, since there were no feelings left, there was nothing more to worry about. If Second Master truly had any demands, it was only one: just as Old Master Wang had done, he wanted half of the Wang family’s influence.

After an hour and a half, Yue Qianhuan and Mo Jiuqing finally entered the depths of the grand hall without incident. They looked up and saw Ming Qianqian bound within the barrier of restriction. Ming Qianqian saw them as well.

Crowds of citizens and dozens of media reporters were blocked on either side of the red carpet by dozens of security guards. The flashing lights from mobile phones and cameras, along with the excited cries of the crowd, seemed never to cease.

Wang Chen swept his gaze lightly over those around him, finding everyone’s expression perfectly normal, without the slightest issue. Only then did he retract his gaze.

After everyone had left, Mu Liuyun sat for a while longer. Seeing that the time was about right, she too departed the General’s Mansion.

However, Yue Shen was unlike Xiang Jin; he hadn’t committed murder or arson. Xiang Jin was sentenced to death in court, while Yue Shen received eleven years of imprisonment.

Tong Yanxin and Ye Ya felt uncomfortable, glaring fiercely at the male salesman, too annoyed to respond.

He was not tall, his entire body covered in tattoos—even his bald head was inked with patterns. He looked more like a thug than a CEO.

Gu Luo snorted coldly, then produced his high-grade mystic weapon and lunged toward Shen Tian. The weapon in his hand began to whirl, a subtle aura coalescing in his palm. Then, a remarkable Buddhist palm appeared above Gu Luo’s head.

Qin Yan said, "Go to the Princess’s Mansion and check on the situation there." It was clear this was the Princess’s doing. To achieve her aim, she didn’t hesitate to kill the spy she had cultivated in the Seventh Princess’s Mansion.

Perhaps because I’ve been so focused on making money lately, when I saw this message, my first thought was: Long Xingyun has fallen—what will happen to all his businesses?

Xue Ming looked at Yuan Cheng, his usually indifferent face turning serious for the first time. He raised an eyebrow, took a step forward, and prepared to speak.

In a pure contest of rule power, Chu Ling was not inferior to some ordinary early-stage Immortal Realm experts. Even if not equal, the difference was slight. Sword Hero’s display of rule power before him was like showing off before a master.

I remember, when the Pearl Harbor war broke out, the Japanese were solemnly negotiating with the Americans at the table. Now, I feel as if I am the American representative at the negotiation table.

After bidding farewell to the event organizer, Zhao Mu felt a bit excited and looked forward to the event. He silently thanked Senior Brother Li Jian for his help; without him, Zhao Mu wouldn’t even have known about the event, let alone participated.

I smiled, then thought about the songs I knew, walked to the computer, opened the music software, selected the one I wanted to sing, and began performing passionately in front of the screen as the song played.

Zhuang Sisi was slightly stunned. What Chu Haoran said made perfect sense. In front of him, any plan was just a mirage. If it succeeded, not only the leader but even the regular members would be suspicious.

Feng Xianyue glared at Chu Haoran but said nothing more, simply waiting quietly for his decision.

"You have a younger brother, right?" Lin Rui asked nonchalantly, signaling to Mangzi and Shangguan Yu.

"No, no, no! Are you sure you want to consign these two pills, sir?" Hu Qiu snapped back to his senses and hurriedly asked.

Such a grand occasion made Zhao Mu a little nervous, but he forced himself not to show it, feeling a surge of blood and excitement.

A barrier suddenly appeared above Lu Zhengjun’s head. The blazing sun in the sky seemed to dim at that moment, silver-white radiant light illuminating the world, blinding everyone’s eyes.

Lu Can held these two pieces not for competition, but intending to buy them later—this type of glassy, vivid, green jadeite was extremely popular in the market.

"It seems this friend is not here to genuinely participate in the auction. In that case, forgive the Zhao family’s lack of courtesy." Kasa’s gaze fell on a few guards in the market hall, and he nodded slightly.

Zhao Ming was also eager to know what the outside world was like. He had never left Qingguang Town in his life.

Lin Zhengping screamed as his face grew paler, desperately struggling, prying open the corpse’s mouth before kicking it away and stumbling toward Bai Yi’s position, enduring his injuries. Behind him, the corpse chased with a raspy, eerie laughter.

Chen Tiannan’s cultivation was only at the mid-stage of the True Cave Realm. If he had truly been at the Chen family when those few True Cave Realm experts arrived, he couldn’t be sure of victory—he might have fallen himself.

If it weren’t for Yuan Wu, the giant demon of low-grade mysterious quality, Chen Feng would never have discovered this cave. It was hidden extremely well; otherwise, it wouldn’t have escaped other monster hunters.

The Glass Sword was entirely black, darker even than the black aura rising from Ghost Cry, so black it was almost absolute.

"Prophet, please don’t be angry. Zhong Jin was only anxious to save lives; he meant no harm," Madame Zhong hurriedly apologized to the Prophet.

"Yes!" One of the guards nodded and was about to leave, but just then the corridor began to shake violently, finally breaking in the middle. Everyone on the corridor, unable to fly with their swords, fell downward.