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Liu Hao walked to the parking lot, paused for a moment, and then went back upstairs. He stopped at the doorway for a few seconds. Hearing no sound—she was likely in the bedroom or on the balcony—he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Anyway, her scavenging haul was quite good today; she could afford the reward Xue Can demanded, and she had enough ingredients to complete today's task.

He seemed to be a thoroughly perfect man, handling interpersonal relations with a keen sense of propriety that prevented anyone from harboring any guard against him.

Could high reusability and seating capacity really let you do whatever you wanted? To think they could drive the average cost down to this extent.

Financial accounts were the lifeblood of a company, yet conditions had indeed grown increasingly sluggish in recent years. An audit was unavoidable.

As the head of the production department, Commander Andrei’s factory had a pathetically low production capacity. Who could have imagined the former glory of this manufacturing syndicate during the Alliance era?

Without a doubt, it must be his grandson staying up late playing video games again, though he had no inclination to urge the boy to sleep early.

Liu Hao knew better than anyone; having experienced the complexities of his own marriage, he had never been one to believe in destiny. Yet, solely when it came to matters of the heart, he sometimes found himself doubting whether destiny was truly a real thing.

Even though Zhu Yunxiu had tried his utmost over the years to blend into this world and this era—knowing full well in his heart that many of his ideas and concepts did not align with the actual realities of the Great Ming Dynasty—

How was it that such a glaring loophole had been left in the system for imperial relatives, and yet not a single official had submitted a memorial to admonish the throne?

Although Liang Jun had never met Tong Gu, a general of the Shu army, he knew the man was getting on in years. Right now in the mountains, everyone else was robust and youthful, making the elderly man roasting meat in the grove not far ahead stand out all the more conspicuously.

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Events proved his conjecture entirely correct. Upon entering the venue, the first order of business was strolling through the art gallery, followed by a photography exhibition. Perhaps lacking any artistic inclination, compared to Bella who was thoroughly captivated, Li Wei found the experience dry and tedious.

"No, I'm fine." Though feeling rather unwell from the shock, Li Wei was too embarrassed to admit it, so he forced himself to put on a brave face and insisted he was all right.

The two Latin Americans at the door seemed to understand. Brandishing their guns at old Ao with furious expressions, they began hurling retorts of "fuck," "bitch," and "bastard." Though their accents were heavy, their words remained distinct enough to comprehend.

After the surging memories subsided, the inexplicable pain throughout my body vanished as well. I reached up to wipe the sweat from my forehead before it could stream into my eyes, gently pushed my father away, and shook my head at him.

Dian Chu cupped his fists in a salute. Well-versed in interrogation, he possessed a deeply skeptical mindset. Naturally, he was not about to let Wang Ren, this sudden and suspicious newcomer, off the hook easily.

I stood continuously at the courtyard entrance, tapping on the door. There was no response from the pitch-black courtyard, nor was there the barking of any dogs. It seemed no dogs were kept here, which gave me a sense of relief. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, I steeled my heart and quietly scaled the courtyard gate, slipping inside.

Clearly knowing what was contained within that porcelain vessel, the shopkeeper accepted it with profound gratitude and escorted the two a long distance out the door.

Moreover... judging by the look of it, the other party's father happened to be the old man's... immediate superior? He froze for a moment, at a loss for how to converse with this senior student of such formidable background.

He Chen had never imagined that through sheer effort he could attain superhuman physical conditioning. Although he still had no clue how to properly utilize Observation Haki, it was no exaggeration to say that if his present self were to face the version of himself from five months ago, he could secure an overwhelming victory in less than three seconds.

After swimming for the better part of the day, the lake whale finally came to a halt. The moment it stopped, Jiang Yi and the others immediately projected their spiritual awareness outward to survey the surrounding environment. Pitch blackness met their senses; relying on naked eyes alone, it would have been impossible to discern anything across the expanse.

"There is a Bodhi Immortal Fruit inside my body?" Jiang Yi touched his face and chest in bewilderment, then shook his head, looking somewhat incredulous. "Then why did you choose me?" This was the question he had always wanted to ask, for he never believed in free lunches dropping from the sky.

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Guo Huai followed closely behind Qi Dong as the two entered a lounge. Qi Dong then unlocked a hidden door within the room, stepping into a private elevator that led straight underground.

Han Rufeng could hardly believe his ears. He never expected this old sham priest to be so understanding and let bygones be bygones—it was simply too surprising. Nodding excitedly, Han Rufeng said, "I will definitely work hard!"

"Let's hope nothing major has happened at Mount Shu. Otherwise, given Guo Huo's temperament, Mount Shu is bound to be thrown into chaos." Guo Huai did not reply to Fei Tianyang's remark, thinking to himself instead.

Cun Yuan, however, was unaware of this. Having not a single drop of water since morning, his stomach was already completely empty. Yet, with no alternatives available, he could only sit quietly and slowly contemplate the situation.

The tattered Black Tiger Flag still fluttered against the backdrop of gunsmoke, its faded bloodstains appearing and vanishing intermittently. In the current setting, the banner somehow appeared rather comical. In a mere three years, the elite forces of the Yan State had plummeted from an army of a million mighty lions to fewer than thirty survivors.

With a soft cry, the Crimson Sparrow seemed to vent a long-held grievance. Casting a faint glance down at the Golden Crown Valley, it soared upward into the sky.

Hu Feiyang was absent, and Xiang Gangtian was unsure how Jiang Lin had managed this, but from this moment onward, his position as the chieftain of the Eight Banners was firmly secured.

A conspiracy targeting Luo Hao was slowly brewing. Unaware of these developments, Luo Hao sat cross-legged upon his bed, his pitch-black hair fluttering without wind.

A wave of vital energy surged through the palm. Chen Xiaoran narrowed his eyes slightly, his hair lifting. The blast grazed past his ear and smashed into the wall a full three feet behind him.

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