Chapter 31: The Lunchtime Tempest II

Yang Yue’s eyes were already blazing with fury, and the red mark on her face seemed to burn even more intensely, throbbing with unbearable pain. She clutched her bowl, gripping her chopsticks so tightly that it seemed she might lunge forward to tear into Du Yujiao at any second. Yet, Du Yujiao refused to stop, intent on twisting the knife in Yang Yue’s heart.

“I didn’t quite believe it when Young Intellectual Lin said you bullied Young Intellectual Xie on the train, but looking at you now... it might just be true!”

After reading the email, he had a clear sense of the situation; it was all but certain. He only needed to wait for the senior leadership to review it before he could secure the agency rights. He fired off a quick reply, stating that he awaited the good news.

The rising morning sun cast a warm light upon his back, yet the darkness within his eyes—turned away from the warmth—never dissipated.

Depending on the user’s own magical attribute, the damage caused by the bullets would shift to match that same attribute.

However, Fang He, lost in unconsciousness, did not see this scene. Had he seen it, he would not have viewed his pact with the Tree Spirit as a burden.

To prevent the Asura from making a comeback, the Divine Realm ordered the retrieval of all soul fragments that had not yet escaped.

The crowd below wailed in despair. Liu Shiru was the object of their worship, the embodiment of their youth, and now, that image had been shattered.

Though nominally just the Hall Master of the Soul Hall, their authority was second only to Yun Zi. With Gong Yue’s cultivation advancing and Fang Ling growing, the Soul Hall would eventually become a colossus rivaling the current Yunluo Immortal Sect, answering only to the commands of Yun Zi and Fang Ling.

Of course, he made this phone call partly out of fear that Fang Tianhai would discover the target’s location and rashly send people to attempt a rescue.

Regardless, the rule was simply too bizarre and deeply unsettling.

Su Luo arrived at the military district. The relevant personnel arranged for her to rest and led her directly to her quarters.

Ling Sijue watched her quietly. The air was tinged with the faint scent of alcohol, which he naturally noticed.

Fan Yanyan hid in the shadows for a while longer. Seeing that there was no one else in the park besides Mei Feixue, he quietly stepped forward, intending to strike up a conversation.

With a heavy, cold snort, Xuanyuan Yeyan decided she was done wasting words on these people. After a moment’s thought, she reached into her pocket; when she pulled her hand out, several lush, dew-kissed plants lay silently in her palm.

“Coral, is there any point in resisting in a situation like this? Hehe, you’d better just submit to me.” Lu Chao’s gentlemanly facade had vanished entirely. His hands tightened unscrupulously, pinning Coral’s neck from behind as she tried desperately to dodge in her plight.

Seeing Nangong Feng and me staring at him, Yan Jian thick-skinnedly pretended that nothing was amiss. But Huang Shanmeng was different; although she and Yan Jian had already crossed the line, being in a bathroom with him in front of me and Nangong Feng was another matter entirely.

By the end of the thirties, the global situation had become increasingly unstable. If Germany were to undermine the power of France or the sovereignty of Belgium in Europe, the Pacific colonies of the European empires would suddenly be left without control. In such chaos, Japan would inevitably reap the benefits.

They remained locked in position, neither moving. On the surface, it appeared peaceful, but in reality, it was thick with murderous intent, both sides desperately gathering all their inner energy, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the other.

Held by three men, even if Zhuo Lexuan had wanted to die to prove her innocence, they would not give her the chance, forcing her to endure it all.

In truth, because the lights inside the Demon Lord’s Altar were dim and Hao Zizai’s aura was vastly different from what it had been years ago, the Heavenly Ghost King had failed to recognize him for a moment. Otherwise, he would not have been so brazen.

“The Tsar’s secret agents?” Galen was shocked. He had heard of this mysterious organization, but he had never known what its structure was like.