Volume One, Chapter 21: Setting Sights on the Eldest Brother

Familiar with the route, they arrived at the funding distribution office. Darui glanced at Mark, signaling him to go ahead and negotiate.

“There’s still some distance to our destination. Let’s head there directly now!” he said, glancing at Lin Mu.

In the end, it could hardly be called a journey. Yet, finishing the tour of these wonderful places within today was truly wise.

Rumor had it that a scion of a noble family once angered the Black Death Society and was mercilessly beheaded. The clan harbored boundless hatred and vowed to eradicate the Black Death Society at any cost, even hiring assassins.

When Boss Ye suddenly died, Han Shaoxun had a lingering bad feeling. Qiu Zhihao’s words confirmed that suspicion, though he still dared not be certain.

Roland’s expression was as if struck by lightning; his mouth gaped open, face turning pale, eyes flashing with hatred. His hands clenched into fists tightly by his sides.

He wasn’t entirely clear on the matter, but hearing Young Master Zhou’s explanation, it seemed quite plausible.

Time ticked away slowly. Ling Ruoruo finally awoke, her beautiful eyes carrying a hint of confusion and newfound depth. The lively sparkle had vanished, replaced by a maturity beyond her years.

Du Qifeng rose with the other two to escort them, accompanying them all the way outside the company before returning.

“I wonder how Chen Yuzhi is doing; I miss her a bit,” I murmured casually, steadying my slightly unsteady posture.

Though they had only spent three short months together, Ninth Uncle treated Zhang Cheng as his own, showing him great kindness.

From the moment Zhu Di left his residence for the imperial city, to entering the "Moon Inquiry Residence" halfway through, he quietly followed behind. Seeing them go in to dine, he followed as well.

Before he finished speaking, a sneering voice came from the Wudang Sect. Though it sounded as if they tried to lower their tone, every person present could hear it clearly.

Wang Xi, an S-class powerhouse of the Huaguo nation, possessed the Zhurong legacy, earning him the title of the new Eastern Fire God.

Qi Xiangtian couldn’t reveal that he made money through special advantages, so he declined whenever possible.

“Trash!” Lin Yujing was so angry she grabbed her plate and swiftly moved to a nearby table.

In her memory, except for once before, the master always brought her along and she was always able to help.

To reach that point, the first step was to “see” the island’s true nature.

The three remounted and continued their journey; this time, there were no attacks or tails, and they arrived safely at Beiping Prefecture.

“Since you’re all dressed up, you think you can just walk away?” Ling Shijie stepped forward and kicked Li Zheng’s left crutch away forcefully.

Perhaps Zhu Feifei was too exhausted to discern the truth of her words. He loosened his grip and bowed his head. “If Brother Zhao needs anything, let me know,” he said, letting Yue Ying support him as they left.

Near the battlefield, at the camp, Si Feng frowned while looking at the energy field that continuously protected the Sea Demon Clan, pondering how to break this unbelievably tough barrier.

“Bloodthirsty Technique!” Lin Ge waved his hand, giving his terrifying knight an additional status effect.

The emperor frowned, lowering his head. After a long moment, he decided firmly, “Very well, I permit you to proclaim yourself emperor in Sangzhou, but as you said, you must also agree to join me in dealing with Qin Yundi.”

He strode forward and crouched to enter the sedan chair. Zhu Xiu extended his right hand, forming a gesture with his index and middle fingers, softly chanting a spell. The ropes binding Luo Tianyuan fell to the ground like dead snakes.

His commanding ability was inferior even to an ordinary general. Rather than misdirecting, it was better to hand command to someone capable.

“Sorry, Ming. This is a military and political stronghold of Huaxia. There’s a jamming device outside; no satellite can locate this area—not even Huaxia’s own Beidou system,” Er Xi replied.

Nalan Diji looked satisfied at his carefully tied hair, though it took three attempts to achieve this result.

Her body fell limp within the barrier. At that moment, the entire barrier was tightly wrapped by the tongues of the pear blossom monsters, who were still attempting to shatter it.

Feng Nianrong’s eyes brightened slightly. She glanced at a shocked Jin Chen but said nothing further and quietly withdrew.

Uncle Fu hadn’t expected Shang Jue to come as well; though they hadn’t formally introduced each other, he knew Shang Jue’s identity.

Everyone stared fiercely into each other’s eyes, each trying to dominate the other’s spirit and force the first mistake.

“That’s my wife,” I said stiffly, though I followed him toward the tribe.

The marshal ranks were divided into five levels, from one-star to five-star. The highest was five-star marshal, a lifetime title with the utmost honor and lifelong benefits.

Time passed second by second. Qiu Shaoze fought alongside four or five other gold-star upper ninjas, entangled in battle. The enemy wasn’t attacking relentlessly but searching for openings, which wasted too much time.

The advance of the Far East’s multiple armies naturally drew the attention of ordinary people. But upon seeing armored vehicles with eight large wheels, clad entirely in iron, common folks were terrified and stayed indoors, for they saw monsters—steel beasts that belched black smoke from their rear.

This fellow was actually the young master of Dragon City in the First Federation. No wonder he was so young yet possessed the strength of a level-four Yellow Armor evolved warrior. Having powerful authority allowed him to create superior conditions. It was no coincidence he evolved to Yellow Armor at such a young age.

After breakfast and feeding Linlin, Ye Chu called me, asking me to come see her because she had a stiff neck from sleeping wrong last night.