Chapter 48: A Clever Scheme Backfiring

“Since General Manager Liu is here, there is something I’d like to ask you,” Zheng Qian said without preamble, cutting straight to the point.

Chen Weiqiang was somewhat puzzled. There was unmistakable dissatisfaction in Zheng Qian’s eyes—an expression Chen had never seen on him before. Though it hadn’t reached the point of anger, it was close; Zheng Qian’s current state was like a pile of dry tinder, ready to ignite into a towering blaze at the slightest spark.

“Oh?” Liu Shiqi reclined on the sofa, crossing her legs gracefully.

Especially earlier, when she had helped Lilith set up the fake death trap and unleashed an enormous-scale illusion, she felt as if something was growing behind her, as if a tail were sprouting. Moreover, Count Horn was quite enlightened in this regard, imposing few restrictions on merchants and commoners alike.

For instance, the beasts required meat aged over ten years, mixed with various finely chopped herbs, drinking water sourced from snowy mountains, and after being fed and watered, they were given massages.

He hurriedly opened his eyes to see a bird plummeting straight toward the ground, an arrow with a familiar blue ribbon tied at its tail pinned to the cloth strips on its claws.

Though she wore a loose coarse linen robe, the spring breeze caused the fabric to cling tightly to her figure, revealing her graceful silhouette.

Glancing beside him, Li You was also clasping his hands together, his face full of hopeful anticipation as he watched the two official ships.

According to Jiang Qiubai, most Fate Tamers were gloomy and taciturn, cold and world-weary, constantly battling the madness and incessant muttering in their minds. Many harbored serious self-destructive tendencies.

Whether it was just his imagination or not, within this black smoke, Li Wei sensed an aura strikingly similar to Lilith’s.

Song Mian patiently introduced the dishes on the menu, allowing Shi Yue to choose for herself. Shi Yue selected a few items based on Song Mian’s descriptions.

Though her face was plain and unremarkable, her features were unique—she seemed to have no distinct facial features; her face was a smooth expanse.

Earlier, Feng Yayu had already told her that many ministers in the Northern Dawn Kingdom opposed the peace talks. They despised this humiliating compromise and resented her deeply. Before her arrival, they had already conspired to find a way to eliminate her.

Suddenly, the chessboard shifted; one by one, the pieces that Mu Si had originally captured broke free from the board.

In reality, Wu Aihua had studied the Zionist movement in later generations. Since establishing the “Wind” organization, Wu Aihua had specifically instructed Hao Yong to keep a close watch on the Jews, especially the Zionists.

Of course, Falkenhausen had a bit of a personal agenda. He proposed the concept of “special operations,” hoping that Mr. Jiang would agree to his plan for the German advisory group to train and organize a battalion or regiment-sized special forces unit for the Chinese.

“Today, I’ll spare you... but...” His blood-red eyes stared fiercely at Yue Ye’s face, his gaze chilling to the bone.

When Leng Boqing was rescued by Kong Mo Ran, he had already lost consciousness from hypoxia. Fortunately, they arrived just in time, barely saving his life.

“Ugh...” A muffled groan of pain escaped her lips. The breath close by was unfamiliar, and when she tried to push away, her lips were met with a rougher, more forceful bite.

“Brother, why aren’t you keeping me company? Do you think she’s a government official or something?” Shen Feiyang followed unhappily to the bedside, displeased by her brother’s behavior.

Listening to his delicate wife’s words, Tong Tieyan frowned slightly, his expression growing more solemn. Hong Xiaoyan was not wrong; he understood the reasoning. Yet, aside from his deep feelings for Tang Dingguo, Qu Lianyuan had extended an olive branch and promised to transfer Hong Xiaoyan to work within the county.

Kong Mo Ming was the same. Now that Kong Mo Ran was gone, Kong Mo Jue intended to leave as well. With no rivals left for the throne, he found himself not as happy as he had imagined.

“You messed up again just now.” After applying medicine and bandaging the wound, Long Jiu’er lifted it up in her arms.

From the memories of the plot given by Ye Mo, Su Qian deduced that this creature had most likely already been reborn when it met Ye Mo again.

The sudden collapse of this dimension, coupled with the introduction of the Yellow Springs water, was undeniably strange.

“So what do you want? To let everyone know we lost face at the brothel?” Shen Mubai snapped, stepping forward first.

His bright blue eyes gazed coldly upon the believers, devoid of warmth, utterly indifferent.

The sword’s hilt flicked as Leng Shuyan gripped it tightly, swinging the blade horizontally to block the imminent danger rushing from below.

“Don’t, don’t tell her!” An Chenxi’s voice trembled slightly, the hoarseness making one wonder if he were ill.

After all, everyone was heading to the Lost Land. Now, with the “key” uncooperative and those holding the “map” unwilling to reveal it easily, the situation had reached a stalemate.

“Go ahead and strike! I do not regret these words!” Ru Jiu was especially stubborn, eyes bloodshot but refusing to back down.

Soon after, Manager Luo’s apologetic words rang out, leaving them all momentarily stunned.

After some quick calculations, Li Zhuang concluded that the profit was substantial enough to silence the mouths of the subordinates and even the family elders. This deal was not a disgraceful loss but a proud gain.

Yu Rou’s back was battered and bloody, a grisly sight. She had fallen and not risen for a long time, causing others to doubt whether she was still alive.

His mind was a blank haze, unable to tell if he was dreaming or awake. When Zhou Bingran regained consciousness, he found himself transformed into a reclusive youth living far from the world.

Thus, the two were brought in under custody, but when they left, they did so calmly amid the watchful eyes of the entire police station—not as expected with desperate pleas and begging, but with pressure on everyone that was no less intense.