Chapter 51 Wishing the Ground Would Swallow Him Up

"However, by the time our people arrived, a wave of Azure Dragon Hall assassins was already pursuing Sheng Wanqing, though another group of masters was protecting her. Since Your Ladyship only ordered us to gather information, our people did not intervene, and in the end, Sheng Wanqing was taken away."

Yun Zhaozhao tapped the desktop thoughtfully, "Could you discern any clues about the masters protecting Sheng Wanqing?"

"It seemed... remarkably similar to the style of the Azure Dragon Hall assassins."

Yun Zhaozhao inwardly thought...

Willing to wholeheartedly serve the Xu Family Manor for five years, at the mere cost of a one-million-silver-dollar academic research sponsorship fee.

Upon seeing this situation, Liu Liang understood that this was yet another bug. Like a program, a bug was a manifestation of the rules' power; no matter how immense his strength might be, he could not shake the rules.

Jian Langkun nodded, bringing Smiling Red Dust into the reception room, leaving only Zhang Dong and Zheng Tiancheng outside the door.

Karter looked at Xiao Zhimiao's exposed back. Her slender waist was too delicate to span with a single grasp, and the lines of her back were smooth with well-toned muscles—a physique born from long-term, rigorous exercise. However, a long scar stretched from her waist down to her abdomen, and several scars, varying in length, marked her back.

For some reason, when Yang Mingyan said she would obediently listen to Zhang Dong, Zhang Dong suddenly felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

After guiding these people in, Liu Liang no longer entertained them personally, leaving the silver-tongued Hua Qianhe to host instead. After all, given Liu Liang's status as an immortal, condescending to entertain these Qi-refining practitioners all the time would compromise his immortal dignity.

The reason why Volibear could become a T0-tier jungle pick in the wild-neutral meta was not only because its numerical stats were overly absurd, but also because of its ultimate ability, which could silence defensive towers.

As for the other half of the heavy burden—the restaurant in the city—it was still under construction and would likely take at least a month or two to complete.

Number Four, being stronger, managed to dodge aside, but Number Five was out of luck, taking the direct brunt of Zhang Dong's tiger-claw strike right across the back.

How could everyone be so upright and incorruptible, to the point of being entirely out of place in this late-Ming world soaked in filth and corruption?

Qin Yue could not help but feel a sudden jolt in his heart. It was this very surging malevolent aura that had startled him just a moment ago, and now it was emanating from Mo Shoucheng once again.

Upon sensing the hoodlum's aura not far away, Brother Xue wore a ferocious smile on his face. At that moment, the hoodlum had only Xu Tian's injuries on his mind. Although he, too, sensed Brother Xue's aura approaching from behind, he paid it no heed, knowing full well that the other party was simply no match for him.

Of course, there was plenty of time ahead, and Qin Yue could sense that after the recent battle, the meridians in Du Juan's body were likewise brimming with genuine Qi. If it were excessive, it was hard to say whether it might have any adverse effects on her.

"What everyone sees here as the black circle represents the army of my Ming Dynasty, while the blank spaces surrounding it are areas highly likely to be invaded by other nations. If hostile nations were to attack from all directions, what method should our army use to break through the encirclement?" Bo Yunlang explained enthusiastically, using both his hands and voice.

"How could it take so long? Could it be that when someone disappears, you don't take any measures at all?" Liu Mang had expected the timeframe to be much shorter; after all, when someone vanished, measures should have been taken immediately. Yet, to his surprise, the time gap spanned a full six months.

This realization also prompted him to decide that upon his return, he would have people thoroughly investigate everything she had experienced during the years he was away.

Besides, if a single plate cost that much, a single meal would amount to tens of thousands—enough to save countless victims of famine and disaster.

"Who do you think you are, daring to speak to this Imperial Prince like this!" Huangfu Jinghua felt he had endured enough. How dare a mere lowly servant order him around? He must have a death wish.

Elder Wu and Elder Sun had always harbored strong opinions about Han Yueqiao, but previously, restrained by Beitang Yexuan's majesty, they did not dare to act too presumptuously. This time, backed by Di Yuefan, they naturally spoke with much greater confidence.