Chapter 27: Actions Speak Louder Than Arguments

Once inside the room, Chen Zhi'an caught sight of Qiao Luo holding a bucket of dirty laundry, clearly intending to do the washing. Her brows shot up immediately.

As expected, Qiao Luo wasn't living well here at all. Even if she had latched onto a high-ranking official, wasn't she just acting as a nanny for a cripple?

Qin Yanzhou, however, frowned the moment he saw Qiao Luo heading to do the laundry. Just as he was about to stop her, Qiao Luo jumped up first.

"Why are you here?" Qiao Luo asked, casting a look of disgust at Chen Zhi'an.

Yuesong was enduring the agony of this boundless waiting, while the brothers of the Special Operations Team suffered in the anticipation of unknown threats looming at any moment.

Upon hearing this, the faces of the dozen researchers and the Colonel showed a glimmer of relief, though it was quickly replaced by a solemn expression.

"Heh, when meat is served on a platter like this, I believe the higher-ups will spare no cost to help him exact his revenge, right?" Ye Yangjian said with a laugh, puffing on a cigarette.

Fat Dragon's territory was not far from here. As the hour was growing late, Fat Dragon led his men, splitting into several groups, and headed toward Shunxin Hotel.

Feng Xueying parked her car in the space in front of the yacht. Old Ma hurried off the ship and down the gangway to welcome her. Seeing the Porsche sports car behind her, which had been smashed into an unrecognizable state, he was taken aback.

Yang Fan smiled and said no more. Between brothers, there was truly no need for words.

Because General Wei had sent them here, it was never for the purpose of suppressing bandits. Likewise, as long as they kept the remaining outlaws besieged on the mountain without launching a single attack, they would not face any disciplinary action.

After a long while without movement, Zhao Yaling finally released the Xuanming Bone Arrow she had kept drawn. With a loud "boom," six or seven figures emerged from the middle of the road.

"To die without regrets is, in a way, a form of happiness. Rest in peace," Yang Fan whispered. As his words fell, his hand followed suit; he ended Yang Qingyun’s life just as he had Yang Liping's.

If both men landed their strikes, Yang Fan would surely be run through, while Yin Yi’s head would be cleaved by Yang Fan’s mountain-splitting saber.

The saying goes: a battle between Profound Immortals shakes the heavens, a battle between Sages turns the world upside down, and a battle between Sage Sovereigns destroys both heaven and earth. This was proven once again here.

Half a month later, everything was on track. Millions of Level 2 cannons and hundreds of thousands of Level 3 cannons had been mounted on the walls of Brother City and the Tang Sect. It could be said that these two cities were now impregnable; taking them by force was completely impossible.

Liu Xiaomang had heard it mentioned by his classmates while he was sleeping in class. It was worth noting that his was a class of "nouveau riche," filled with wealthy people everywhere.

Brother Fei the Great Hero stood a full meter ninety and looked quite sturdy, which complemented his Warrior class perfectly. His defense had reached 103; though his armor couldn't compare to a Lightning White Bear, it was still very high. Lin Xuan wasn't certain he could even dent his defenses.

"I thought that when he found a boss today, he wanted to make peace with us. I never expected him to try and wipe us out while we were in a weakened state. What a wolf's ambition," a female mage remarked.

"I don't know him that well. We’d just chat occasionally, but I don't know anything specific. We are just a merchant and a customer; we aren't personal friends or anything," Fan Yan denied hastily, terrified of being linked to Xia Kaiwei.

"No problem, leave this matter to me. It's only thirty, right? I could get you three hundred. I am a passionate youth; how could I stand idly by when the nation is in trouble?" Lin Xuan declared righteously.

"Alright, everyone, increase your vigilance. I suspect these next few days will not be peaceful," Mo Yang said, and the group immediately began their preparations.

It wasn't until the iron block turned glowing red once more that he shut off the furnace, letting it sit in the residual heat for a time before using tongs to pull it out and place it on the anvil.