Chapter 59: Acquiring a Stake

"President Zheng, I invited you to dinner tonight with no other intention than to sincerely thank you for giving such tremendous support to our Splendid Group."

"Not at all. I am simply casting my gaze a bit further ahead. I believe Splendid and Zhengxin will be long-term partners in the future, and we shouldn't be blinded by petty gains right before our eyes."

"To President Zheng, they may be petty gains, but for us at Splendid, the cost is exceptionally high."

"President Xu says—"

This skill is quite interesting. To put it bluntly, it consumes mana to heal, but the crucial point is that it "increases" rather than "restores." For example, if I have a total of 800 health points, restoration would at most bring me back to full health, but an increase has no upper limit, and the exact amount of healing depends entirely on the player.

Seeing Gong Yao remain silent, she knew he must be deep in thought. Although he was not as elfishly clever as Gong Yue, his words were nonetheless bound to leave people half-convinced.

It was definitely a deliberate maneuver by the host and director. The protective gear worn by Lang Zhan and Podo Sanxheng also featured two targets on the chest. Normally, this wouldn't be much, but with a rubber suction cup placed right behind each target, the comedic effect was instantly magnified.

My emotions gradually relaxed, and I finally leaned back against the lounge chair and drifted off to sleep. When I was woken by the cold in the middle of the night, I immediately picked up my phone from beside me to check, but still, there was not a single trace of news about Chen Yi. Even her WeChat Moments, which she updated every day, remained blank.

With that, Long Yun stopped caring about his legendary character. Dead was dead; anyway, he was going to play on a brand-new server tonight.

"Don't rush, just keep up with the formation!" Lang Zhan said to Quiriana before taking his first step.

There was no need to say more; they all knew who the first place belonged to. Li Xin felt a pang in her heart—that bad guy Liu Wei had suspended his studies?

Watching Rosamund Kwan's expression, Xu Fan cursed inwardly, but on the surface, she still maintained an elegant smile.

Around twelve-forty at noon, Huang Tao and the three of us returned to the classroom. The moment I stepped through the doorway, all the eyes in the class turned toward me.

Upon reaching the puddle, the first thing Yi Yang did was to lean his head and body as far to the right as possible to evade the water cannon in the left-hand soldier's grip. As for the intimidation of the machine gun, he had already grown basically accustomed to it.

The Kui Niu let out an initial roar, its hooves slamming down with earth-shattering force. The demonic flower, deeply rooted to the earth, was rocked by the tremor, causing all its attacking stances to misfire in an instant.

Returning home, Hashung Erili spent the entire night without stepping into her bedroom to sleep. She sat the whole time on the living room sofa, watching television drama series.

Jian Ran smiled faintly, waving the Ten-Sun Crow Wind Fan twice to parry Xuan Yuanxiao's onslaught, then retreated with a spin and folded the fan. Having witnessed Xuan Yuanxiao's bizarre abilities, Jian Ran naturally would not give him the chance to destroy her magical treasure.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, thinking to himself that although he and the others might not be able to defeat Nie Chen, it did not mean that joining forces could not withstand even a single strike from him. With this thought, several of them simultaneously channeled their soul energy to condense a massive defensive shield.

A single glance was all it took for him to be intoxicated by her gentle, ambiguous beauty—reminiscent of the West Lake—forgetting everything and casting aside all else. It was as if all misgivings and doubts would dissolve effortlessly in that very instant.

"Han Yu, I...!" Fan Tao looked up at Han Yu, wanting to say something, but ultimately did not continue.

Looking at the young policeman—whose fate was uncertain—and the panic-stricken Yi Yang, the middle-aged policeman licked his dry lips, swallowed hard, and with a trembling hand, pointed his gun at Yi Yang, issuing a loud warning. At the same time, he reached for a pair of handcuffs at his waist and thrust them toward Yi Yang.

For a girl who was somewhat obsessed with good looks, this handsome-browed man matched every single one of her fantasies.

Su Jing felt a surge of resentment, and her tone occasionally carried a sharp edge when she spoke. Liu Wai wasn't one to back down either; feeling deeply wronged to begin with, her words spared no one.

Chen Li reached out her hand to catch a snowflake, watching it melt instantly against her warm palm. Her eyes turned red in an instant, yet the corners of her mouth curled upward uncontrollably. "I remember. But actually, I was lying to you back then; those pastries were something I originally intended to keep just for you."

He Peng's anger flared up instantly. Damn it, when others talked trash about me, I tolerated it because of their age. But you can't get away with it! No matter what, saving three bankrupt enterprises from the brink should at least count as cleaning up your messes. Don't you know how to show a bit of gratitude, you bastard?

"You! Are you going to talk or not? I don't have time to bicker with you." Tie Yingnan made a motion as if to leave.

That wound looked rather frightening, but in truth, it caused no substantive damage to the Kunpeng.

His gaze carried a wretched luster, his face wore a simpering, lovelorn smile, and a trace of glistening saliva even slipped quietly down the corner of his mouth.

He Hongshan laughed so hard his foot slipped, nearly tumbling right beside the water pump, had Qinglian not darted forward in a single bound to steady him.

Before reaching the vegetable market, he heard Sun Ershuang's indignant, argumentative voice, accompanied by a fierce, scolding roar, all mixed with a chorus of echoing jeers and mockery.

The evening scenery was delightful. Thousands of fiery sunset clouds hung across the edge of the sky, and crepuscular rays filtered warmly through the delicate fractures, casting a gentle glow upon the children's faces. Looking at their innocent, youthful cheeks, Qiuyue seemed to glimpse hope and the future.

The Black Armored Army earned its name because all its soldiers wore black fish-scale armor. This armor was incomparably tough, impenetrable to ordinary blades and axes. To pierce through it required either divine weaponry and sharp tools, or channeling inner force into a weapon to form sword or blade qi, which could then break it.

Just as Li Yichen was only a few steps away from the Black Ice Bed, he halted, gazing in a daze at the ethereal beauty resting upon it.

Throughout the continuous combat, the sand ball's energy was being heavily depleted, whereas Wu Tian's stamina could be replenished at any moment.

"She... how did she manage that? If she were an enemy, then wouldn't that be... wouldn't that be...?" At this moment, Black Snake remained immersed in shock, muttering softly to himself.

"If one shines brightly at the Seven Sects Dharma Assembly, they stand a chance to learn the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique?!" Li Yichen and Wei Fang exclaimed in unison.