Volume One, Chapter 100: Taking Advantage of the Fallen, the Horror Story Program Crew Walks Off the Job!

“Heh, Director Wu, this is reality. Without our programs, your station would have gone bankrupt long ago!”
“Before we came, you couldn’t even pay wages!”
“Don’t forget, it’s our team that brought you hope to survive!”
“And you just said the boss changed? Did you inform me? If the boss really changed, you’re even less qualified to speak to me!” At this moment, A-Qiang was utterly arrogant, relying on the high ratings their programs brought to the station and treating even the director with disdain.

“You…” Director Wu’s face turned pale with anger.

“I am the new—”
Lately, she and Qin Yi seemed to have tacitly avoided each other, even the maids around them had noticed something unusual.

Seahorse Live was intercepted online, becoming a stepping stone for others. At that time, the game streamer was none other than Yan Feng, a professional esports player.

Seeing the imperial guards stationed at the entrance, Ye Yun was instantly relieved. She had worried the scene might be disrupted, but now it seemed much trouble had been spared.

“That’s it, a single decisive strike.” Mu Qiu smiled, while Su Qiu’s gun barrel slowly dissipated its smoke.

He Lin, after bathing, wore the home clothes Mu Chengnan had given him and took a seat, taking over the task of frying steak from Su Ruanruan.

He thought to himself: He really did escape, and even removed the tracking device—how did he manage that?

Mu Qiu raised his twin pistols, bullets scattered like fireworks, as if to force someone out in this flamboyant manner.

Consort An nearly exhausted all her strength. Her garments were already loose, and with that effort, her robe fell open, revealing large patches of red marks.

Stark Enterprises was one of the world’s giants. To prevent industrial espionage, there were many rooms in the industrial park with hidden tech products, only accessible to upper management.

Who could blame her for being so foolish, easily trusting others, only to accidentally send out confidential documents?

Lady Gu Si followed behind, intending to enter the bedroom, but something suddenly occurred to her. Her steps became hesitant, and she finally stopped at the door, her expression somewhat dazed.

Due to the unexpected situation, all the guests from other groups paused their recordings and stayed onsite, anxiously observing.

Before the referee announced the start of the match, Yulan had already arrived at the arena, waiting for Xue’er. The venue was silent; many trainees had only heard of Xue’er’s extraordinary abilities but had never witnessed her in battle.

“That’s nice.” Nuonuo looked up at Gu Bei, a heart-shaped jade pendant hanging from her neck, gleaming green under the chandelier's light.

Suddenly, the yellow shadow vanished, and Intelligence was shocked. Feeling a gust from behind, he hurriedly spun in the air and struck several blows, “Bang!” Two forces collided, and Intelligence was shaken several feet away.

Song Anran cared little for Yan Xiaoxiao’s life. Seeing Old Lady Yan tired, Song Anran took the opportunity to bid farewell.

“That’s the final contingency plan. In fact, we haven’t been authorized to fully intervene in your country’s war with the Great Qing.” Miss Fox had no intention of otherwise, or the transmigrators would have had backup plans to attack the Huayuankou landing point.

The Soul Abyss was truly deep. Wu Yue released his spiritual sense, instantly enveloping the abyss, searching for Tianhui and Tianbao while observing the distant green light—the route of the Black Tortoise.

Because it was the first time planting, the common folk neither understood the use of corn nor needed so much of it at once.

Inside the cave-dwelling, lights blazed brightly. The gang leader Iron Bull held a black wine cup, and after several drinks, he finally addressed Ni Suanqiu.

The four master and disciples journeyed west, and deep autumn arrived in the blink of an eye. Red maples covered the mountains, wild chrysanthemums scented the air. That evening, they saw a distant village shrouded in auspicious clouds—Wukong recognized it as the work of a Buddhist or immortal, but dared not divulge the secret.

As the car came to a halt, Ling Zheye pulled Ming Moye into a deep, fervent kiss, so urgent and passionate that it seemed his heart beat only for her. The simplest six words were the most touching; he had never lost control like this before.

Curious, Ming Tian lifted his veil. Behind it, an unfamiliar middle-aged face was now stiffer than a shield, blood streaming from seven orifices, and the skin seemed almost transparent, revealing a web of blood vessels beneath.

“Escape, Purple Star Sect? Are you referring to the group that invaded Bright Moon Sect a few days ago? They might pose a threat to us?” At this, Iron Bull’s expression darkened.

Though the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were destined to emerge, they would not leave the Fire Cloud Cave unless their race faced extinction.

Petals floated down in abundance; above Ni Suanqiu and the others, large crimson petals, each as thick as an adult’s waist, fell like giant palm leaves. Most were devoured by the seven-horned Thunder Flame Beast.

“Zhao Yu? What’s wrong? You seem troubled.” Ming Tian, sensitive as ever, noticed her unusual mood and asked with concern.

As Zhenyuanzi, Hongyun, Kunpeng, and other cultivators arrived, they settled behind the Three Pure Ones. Finally, the two Western sages, Reception and Quasi-Ti, arrived and took the last two meditation mats.

Mingjing held his blade across his chest. That split second had truly startled him. Not only had the opponent dodged his sword-drawing technique effortlessly, he had even used that momentary pause to attack. Such keen insight was terrifying.

Kong He replied that, to protect the park’s reputation, the staff would certainly clean away any bloodstains.

Eventually, some mantises’ bodies began to sway, and soon, “pat-pat-pat,” a series of soft thuds sounded. Thousands of mantises, unable to withstand the storm of magical sound, fell to the ground and died instantly.

Chu Xiong was ecstatic; after four years in the Nine Separation Sect, it was his first time being allowed to leave the mountain and visit his family.

“I’m not lying; this car really won’t start…” Yet, before Jiang Qicai could utter the last word “fire,” a sudden clatter came from the engine. The motionless “Bullet” car, under Jiang Qicai’s unconscious manipulation, shot forward with a bang.

Chen Ling stared at Xu Wuyi’s spirit for a long while before his face suddenly changed. There was not a trace of femininity in Xu Wuyi. Spirits are yin by nature—even wolf spirits have a hint of the feminine. But Xu Wuyi was entirely masculine.

Jin Xudong produced a piece of paper. When Chu Nan looked at it, he found a website written on it.

“But I… I’m really bored…” Seeing the old man’s veins bulge angrily on his forehead, his fierce expression, and those pitiful, tear-filled eyes, her face became all the more delicate and moving.