Chapter 57: A Desperate Resort

Chen Wanjun’s makeup looked exceptionally delicate and natural, greatly enhancing her complexion. Her hair was simply sleeked with a touch of pomade, yet it gave her a remarkably different and striking aura.

"My goodness, truly lovely. You have such deft hands, young lady; one can't really tell what was done to her face, but she just exudes such grace and poise. Wonderful, simply wonderful, excellent!"

"Wanjun, seeing you look like this today, it's as if I'm looking at your former self. Ah, in the blink of an eye, we've spent half a lifetime together. Time flies so fast!"

Even so, the image of this Chen Biao kicking open the classroom door already made Chu Jiaxin's impression of him sink considerably further.

The former Heavenly Fire Sovereign had taken only five years from obtaining the Heavenly Fire to achieve the terrifying might of a pseudo-god, forcefully fighting his way into the Supreme Hall.

In an instant, all her anger vanished, leaving her heart filled with joy. Jiang Lan really wanted to throw a punch right then; this manipulative control was truly exasperating.

"Fine then, I'm leaving." Before Qing Hong could say anything, Huo Lingfeng swept out of the room like a gust of wind, vanishing within the Mu residence. Qing Hong stood stunned for a long time before snapping back to his senses, staring at the direction of the door and bursting into laughter.

This was a revenge quest. As long as he successfully helped the quest giver retaliate against the rival, the quest would be considered complete. The reward for success was one hundred academic credits. Although one hundred credits were a bit meager, even a mosquito's leg is meat, and Gao Fei certainly wouldn't turn his nose up at it.

Cai Zixiong pondered for a moment, but ultimately gave up, not daring to casually invoke the power of the Nine-Faded Pagoda.

Over at the film crew, Haggis and the others desperately wanted to rush forward to help Xu Feng, but the distance was far too great and they simply wouldn't make it in time. In their panic, they seemed to have underestimated Xu Feng's martial prowess.

Yang Ming amusedly watched Chen Yushu's current antics; this fiery policewoman was clearly deliberately trying to torment him. Presumably, Chen Yushu would be thrilled to see him brawl with Brother Jin.

He had simply done it subconsciously—natural, unhesitating, and completely without regret.

Xiang Ye gave Gabriel a shove, spun around, and bolted along an arc-shaped route. Gabriel nodded in understanding and sprinted off in the opposite direction. Their paths traced a perfect circle, and the point of convergence was the Sword Emperor.

Cheng Yang had not yet recovered from the pleasant shock of having just sold that bronze handbell to Wang Haoming.

Zhao Zixian said nonchalantly, "No rush. Let's stay here for now. Once my injuries heal, we'll make other plans. If all else fails, we can dive back through the water." With that, recalling the mysterious water cave in the sea, he immediately sat cross-legged.

"How about this? You don't need to worry about this matter; I'll handle it," Cao Yu said after a moment of thought.

She heard the sound of a door opening, followed by footsteps drawing closer and closer, until they finally stopped abruptly right near her.

Still, Li Chen had to admit that he, too, enjoyed listening to these petty neighborhood gossips and tales of domestic trivialities.

Er Mao shouted at the top of his lungs. He wasn't afraid of these soldiers; he had a gun too, and back home he even had an old muzzleloader used for hunting wild boars.

Hearing this, Xia Haoran couldn't help rolling his eyes. Was there ever such a hands-off boss? Still, he didn't voice any objections inwardly—if you don't have the diamond drill, don't攬 the porcelain work (don't take on tasks beyond your ability). Since he had agreed to it beforehand, what else was there to say?

Before the sound could even escape his throat, a wooden tally bearing the character for "Execute" flashed across the sky and slapped down onto the guillotine with a sharp crack.

His peerlessly stunning smile was as bright as the midday sun, dazzling her eyes to the point of blindness. That brilliant radiance seemed capable of piercing through layers of mist and shining directly into a heart shackled by hatred.

Yet, as Zhao Rui looked at Qin Ming now, he felt a sense of impenetrability. He didn't see any burning passion for acting in Qin Ming; it was almost as if he were acting simply for the sake of acting.

Qin Ming was slightly stunned for a moment before he remembered that he had indeed promised to provide a promotional theme song. Recalling that he had already finished the track back then, he took out his phone and began searching through it.