Volume One Chapter 117: The Ultimate Face-Slapping Scene! Wang Junjie Is My Employee!

“Is this really your place to speak?”
“A tiny company that’s only been registered for less than a hundred days, and you’re already acting important?”
“To put it nicely, you call yourself a CEO. To put it bluntly, with the size of your company—even if I were to fade out of the music scene one day, I’d rather make a dignified exit than beg for scraps and lower myself just to release an album with your sorry excuse for a business!”
Ke Min scoffed coldly, her words and demeanor dripping with disdain.
In her eyes, Su Le’s little company didn’t even bring in as much revenue as a single brand she endorsed.
She simply couldn’t fathom why Chen Meiqi would stubbornly choose to join such a small firm out of spite.
“That’s enough!”
“Ke Min...”
“Your Majesty, don’t agree to this—Tathagata has many tricks up his sleeve. Don’t fall for it!” someone called out, anxious.
Ning Lixuan hadn’t expected Mingzhu to resort to violence. Knocked to the ground by her kick, he looked up at her, terror in his eyes.
Hearing this, Yan Hanqing and Qin Guanghe couldn’t help but laugh through their tears. Indeed, even though Qin Yilong was now the world’s foremost psychic, to them, he was still their son.
“My dear, that’s not the point. I think—even if a pig were to become a disciple of a sage and learn under one for three years, it would surpass many geniuses. What matters most is you. If he returns, it’s just... those swords,” Hao Qingxuan said gravely.
Having said her piece, Zixia withdrew her hand. She didn’t wish to linger; she feared Guanyin would be displeased. If she were locked away again, it would be even harder to see Wukong.
“Master, why don’t I just smash this door with one palm?” Lü Bu said, unable to contain his impatience.
A harmonious atmosphere was exactly what Tathagata wished for; he had no desire to keep fighting Sun Wukong and the others in front of all the monks.

Yi Mama got out of the car first when they arrived home, not forgetting to arrange another trip to the beauty salon together.
Meanwhile, Kang Long, Tu Shen, Wang Min, as well as Xuanyuan Qixing and the elders of the Xuanyuan family, stayed behind just in case.
Yue Yao seemed to understand, but also appeared even more confused. Leaving the courtyard, she kept pondering Master Xuantian’s words, but in the end, failed to fully grasp their meaning.
A gurgling sound—his eyes bulged, blood from his neck splattered across Su Yi’s face, thick and sticky. In his eyes was only shock—he hadn’t even had time for anger or resentment, only overwhelming surprise. His grip tightened as tears fell, mixing with the blood on Su Yi’s face.
With Yan Ze’s plan in ruins, they were left with no option but to defend Twin Star with all their strength—at least until Luo Tianhuan’s reinforcements arrived, they had to hold off Abel’s fleet.
Asheng sat beneath an osmanthus tree, drawing in the dirt with a dry twig. Luo Chi was especially good at reading moods; whenever Asheng fell into a contemplative silence, she would quietly stand by, not uttering a word.
Bazbi was thinking this, yet looking at Wu Yue’s increasingly flushed cheeks and those vertical, snake-like crimson pupils, he saw no sign of someone about to be reduced to ashes.
He knew in his heart: this angry look on his younger brother’s face could only mean trouble. In this world, aside from Mi Xiang’er, probably no one could restrain him.
Now a true farmer, she had to work in the fields—alongside the most annoying Mi Xiang’er, no less. How could she be comfortable with that?
The two security guards were just trying to figure out how to word things in their heads when Tom rushed over to help Yu You out of her predicament.
Fang Fang, meanwhile, looked at Su Yi with a cryptic smile. If it weren’t for Xia being present, she would have accompanied her. Su Yi signaled her to be patient, wiped her hands, and walked out—pausing to grab a basket of crystal matsutake and crab roe dumplings from the kitchen before going outside.
Sitting behind her, Feng Yue was wide-eyed with surprise at the way Ye Miao took the initiative to apologize.
What puzzled everyone even more was that Wu Yue was, by all accounts, just an ordinary man—a billionaire, yes, but how could he wield such earth-shattering power?
Before San’er could even figure out what was happening, his vision blurred, followed by a rapid succession of slaps echoing in his ears.
“Warrior Xu Zhe, reporting for duty.” While Xu Zhe was engrossed in watching the two sides battle, the voice of the future spoke: “Your mission is to seize the Thousand-leaf Grass.”
Yet, the divine sense of Master Yellowbrow never left Wei Yan, as if he feared something might happen to him, or that Wei Yan might escape.

However, Ma Chenghe didn’t dare cross the line with her—his ‘wandering eye’ was reserved for outside the home. At home, he always managed to keep Feng Xingbei happy.
Hill actually used Severance of All Things as a talisman and foothold, balancing on steel spikes in midair, and with uncanny agility, she shifted her position on the spikes to reach behind Dialga, unleashing Severance of All Things in a deadly attack.
“Awoooo—!” As Jade Pavilion spoke, another roar burst forth, shaking the heavens—a cry so desperate and piercing that it seemed the world itself trembled. It was the final, tragic howl of a beast at the edge of extinction.
She was no stranger to jewels—Ma Xingyao was quite wealthy, and the pieces he bought her were all crafted by world-renowned designers.
Lin Xifan had always considered himself someone who repaid kindness and bore grudges alike. If you helped him, he would pay you back double. But if you offended him, he wouldn’t let it go—even if he couldn’t retaliate immediately, he would remember it.
“Damn it, don’t get cocky.” The Forbidden Gundam, knocked into the air, fired its Le Plasma Induction Cannon in a bizarre curve toward the War God Gundam’s wings; if it hit, the War God Gundam would surely lose some of its parts.
At once, the conversation overheard that night at the Splendid Hotel, along with previous exchanges, were all released in full.
“It’s in a tomb—in the very tent where we first met. Go a bit farther in, past five or six hills, and you’ll come to a place called Dragon’s Roar Valley.” Jiang Zheyuan blurted out all at once, eyes nearly popping from surprise as he spoke.
“Get lost.” The burly man seized Wu Guangming by the collar and, with a casual flick, sent him flying until he disappeared as a black dot on the horizon.
“What about that Chaos Beast? Why haven’t I seen it?” Xiao Yi’s brow furrowed suddenly.
Now that both medicine and alchemy could be learned together, Li Cheng was convinced that this would benefit both arts tremendously—and perhaps, even yield unexpected results.
The terrifying roar tore the sky asunder, leaving cracks like a spider’s web in the heavens.
Countless attacks struck Ouyang Yan, but they pierced him as if through paper—his form dissolved into a cloud of blue-violet mist that exploded outward, surging toward the experts of Ouyang Xian’s faction.