42 The Defendant

"Found them," Neji said after observing for a moment. "They are hiding at our ten o'clock position, about three kilometers away." "Seven o'clock?" Naruto tilted his head slightly, then surged forward abruptly. Neji and Haku followed closely behind him, with Yuji Tsukihana bringing up the rear.

Is this world a gamble, like Iron Man or Spider-Man, where the characters have memories of Lin Yifeng?

"Frodo. Choose one for yourselves. As a weapon for self-defense." Aragorn pointed to the gleaming silver weapons hidden in the ashes on the ground—daggers, swords, and knives. They must have been left behind by the rangers who died fighting the forest spiders.

Steward Lu now admired his son-in-law's wisdom to the point of complete devotion. He had originally thought that transporting silk from Shu to Tibet would result in a loss, but he never expected the people there to be so fond of silk. Although it was a bit dirty and perhaps a waste to wear such fine silk, the goods had already been sold, and what the buyers did with them was their own business.

This must be it. Wang Junjie showed no signs of joy. This was likely the retreat carefully prepared by Shen San. Perhaps these items seemed useful to an ordinary person, but to Wang Junjie, they were entirely dispensable.

In the hearts of all the extraterrestrial immigrants, the burial of a ducal family with hundreds of thousands of years of history, accompanied by only a few dozen Earth humans, was a pitifully meager affair.

Losers always have many reasons for their failure, and winners always have many reasons for their success. Even though these reasons are often unreasonable or even absurd, few people refute them, because history is written by the victors; no matter how much is said, the facts remain unchanged.

Liuyi's attack appeared fierce, but in reality, it was like a blade cutting into water. Although Jiang Wei's arm was torn off, he had suffered no real damage at all. If a blade cuts into water, can it truly wound it?

"Report, Sect Master! Young Master Pingyuan has arrived and requests an audience!" Just then, one of Xue Xue's subordinates came to report.

Since she was going to play for real, she naturally wouldn't treat her own money as a joke. The preliminary groundwork was finished, and now she was waiting for the real show to begin.

I thought my ordeal had ended, but just as my legs were going numb from crouching, I suddenly heard someone coming down the stairs, their footsteps erratic. Could someone have escaped the police dragnet and be trying to flee through here?

After the assessment concluded, the game company published the names of the eight final winners on the game forum.

He did not know that in this lifetime, this title had arrived two years late. Though there were dangers along the way, his life remained unharmed.

"Is that so? It sounds like that's the case from what you say. But why do people keep saying that?" Mu Xuejun remained skeptical.

"You still haven't answered me—what are you doing here?" Xiao Fangfang stared at him with suspicious eyes.

The culprit behind all this, Zhao Bao, was currently focused on crafting a talisman treasure. He was so confident and arrogant, yet the disciples of the Kunlun Immortal Realm no longer dared to underestimate him. They had gained a new understanding of Saint-level talisman masters and had even begun to fear them.

The boxes were filled with gold, silver, and valuables; all the money she possessed was contained within those two chests.

Because the dragon often came out to frolic, Yang Zhen dubbed him the "Dragon God." The creature seemed quite satisfied with the name and simply accepted it.

Although Bu Jingyun discovered it in time, after a series of exhausting battles, his strength was almost spent, and he was no match for Duan Lang.

"Did you hear that? The Second Master is busy with official business and won't hold it against you. You had better hurry back to the Jingbei branch," Yang Rui said.

Ling Yunchao and Xiao Zihan both opened their eyes, embarrassed. Ling Yunchao gave Chen Zhihe an apologetic smile before obediently walking over to Gao Yang's side. Xiao Zihan gestured for Chen Zhihe to come over quickly as well.

"It's not clear yet, but there is definitely more than one." Making only one would be too inefficient, but it was hard to say exactly how many were needed; he would have to wait and see the specific situation before deciding.

Zhu Gao and Song Yuming, who had stayed behind, foolishly believed that by joining the He'an Guild, they could stand on the same starting line as the Salvation Guild. Even if they couldn't catch up in the short term, they could at least ensure the gap between the two sides wouldn't widen further.

"What are you trying to do to our boss?" The people around immediately surrounded the injured man.

Time seemed to fall into eternity, but before long, a harsh, discordant sound shattered the warm atmosphere.

Ling'er pretended to be serious and said, "I promise I won't laugh at you anymore! Hurry up and eat!" As she spoke, she helped Qi Yang by placing some chives into his bowl.

Now, such a potentially powerful existence from the future appeared right before Gao Yang's eyes, and Gao Yang wished he could simply walk over and establish some kind of master-servant contract, though no such thing existed.

Time ticked away second by second. Gao Yang lay quietly on the ground, waiting for his body to recover. By the time the sky had grown dark, he managed to push himself up with one arm with great effort. Looking at his empty right sleeve, he sighed helplessly.

Although Jiang Yuan appeared very relaxed and even slightly disdainful in front of the Imperial Master, he alone knew the true extent of the shock and turmoil in his heart.

"Lin Dong, it is impossible for you to reach six thousand six hundred meters!" a powerhouse declared.

"You're willing to tell me all this?" Upon hearing him say that, I was overjoyed and quickly asked.

The Morgan family of the United States is one of the three most famous families in the country. Even behind the renowned Federal Reserve, there is a shadow of the Morgan family. And the Federal Reserve is the very organization that issues the U.S. Dollar, the currency that circulates throughout the entire world.