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Check those wearing helmets if you must. Damn it, they even dared to hit someone—truly thinking they’re untouchable. But even if they are, once they step into my territory, Li Hu’s domain, they’d better behave and fall in line.

“As for Houston…” Zhao Kang suddenly had a thought and then burst out laughing heartily.

“When we were at Home Fortune Supermarket, there was a gang of prisoners nearby. They were not only brutal but also armed, posing a serious threat to us,” Chen Bin continued, steering the conversation away from Ji Wenwen.

Si Qing and Gongsun Shenjun suddenly realized the situation was grim. It seemed the opposition had learned of Zhang Cuishan’s exploits and was likely planning to forcibly recruit him.

Jin Chen held her close, gripping her wrist firmly as a surge of energy gradually merged with Huo Linxue.

Ten years seemed to have left no mark on Tang Chen and his cohort—no wonder, given their cultivation levels. How long they could survive was uncertain; ten years was but a fleeting moment to them.

“He saw us,” Meng Jie said excitedly. Upon seeing the lights, he already understood the lead car’s intention. For veteran drivers, lights were the language of vehicles.

“I won’t accept it; today you must apologize to my sister.” Despite the fiery pain on his face and body, Cheng Zixuan showed a spirit that grew stronger with adversity.

Hearing Wang Yuan’s slight anger, Minmin dared not speak. She wondered if she had misunderstood this big brother again.

“Xia Jie, finally seeing you! I was crying all the way here; Yang Ming bullied me,” Su Chan sobbed into He Caixia’s embrace, tears streaming like blossoms.

For those like them who had transcended the six realms into reincarnation, the last thing they wanted was to owe a debt of kindness or be entangled in karmic ties. Such disturbances to the spirit hindered their cultivation.

After taking the Linglan pill, her breathing gradually steadied. She kept her eyes tightly shut, realizing it had been a long time since she’d had two attacks in a single night.

Yin Mengli furrowed her brows deeply, narrowed her eyes slightly, clenched her teeth, took a deep breath, and pulled out her phone to call Duan Hongfei.

Cherries were expensive but large, with a beautiful hue blending purple and red. Their taste was indeed excellent, and most importantly, they were impressive gifts.

Su Che was baffled: “This is the famous stock god Xia Bingcheng, who has some ties to our Su family. He’s a mysterious tycoon, self-made with immense wealth. Recently, he had an accident and became a vegetative state patient. How could he possibly appear here?”

“Dad told you that grandpa is fine, just unwell and fainted. He’s okay now,” Yin Feng said.

Then Qing Sui would secretly watch Xiao Jinxuan in a corner, carefully observing her expressions and gestures, only to practice them repeatedly in front of the bronze mirror afterward.

In the afternoon, Yin Mengli underwent a full-body examination. She couldn’t help but marvel at her own iron constitution. After enduring so much suffering, she and her baby remained healthy—perhaps the happiest news she’d had in a long time.

Fan Kuai marched to attack Xingyang. Upon reaching the city gates, which were already open, King Han Xin led his troops down to surrender. It turned out King Han Xin bore a grudge against Xiang Yu for his father’s death. Though forced to submit to Chu, he was unwilling to serve Xiang Yu loyally. Now, seeing Xiang Yu move eastward and the Han army advancing on Xingyang, he gathered his old troops intending to kill Xiang Xiang and surrender the city.

“Brother Xu, are Phantom and Sister Mihu coming over today?” Iron Egg blinked eagerly.

She silently bore everything, letting me enjoy the final fruits. Having such a wife is truly my fortune. She is undoubtedly a noble and qualified matriarch. Thinking this, I glanced at Jiang Lele’s expression, feeling a twinge of guilt. The stubborn look born of anger softened into a gentle, radiant smile.

Now, reflecting on the deaths of Li Cai, Li Gan, and Huo Qubing, might everything suddenly become clear? The beneficiary was also the Wei family. Huo Qubing could have been part of the Wei faction, but Liu Che’s scheming ousted him from it.

The two hidden in the forest could now see the roaming gun-bearing ghosts through their Six-Eyed masks.

Liu Shan was slightly surprised that Qin Hao had broken his attack. However, his gaze was fixed on the Blood River Blade, gleaming with excitement and joy.

Anxiously, Kuang Long’s vigilance intensified; quietly, he disengaged the gun’s safety and chambered a bullet.

Peng Yue, accompanying the prisoner, said, “You are innocent, yet the emperor’s court is ruthless. Perhaps the empress’s mercy might save you.” Upon hearing this, Peng Yue bowed on the road.

With their prayers, after an unknown length of time, beams of light rose from their foreheads, ascending high into the sky, drifting toward Xu Feiyue.

Having just fought Xu Feiyue head-on for a long time, the golden zombie now clearly grew impatient, abandoning pride to bypass Xu Feiyue and attack other cultivators first.

Just as he prepared to press forward to the fourth layer of Immortal Body, the camp’s spiritual energy rapidly dissipated.

For some reason, feeling inexplicably restrained, Jiang Yu, together with Kato Megumi, silently clasped hands and said, “I’m starting,” before quietly eating breakfast.

From their perspective, the desired outcome here had been achieved, leaving no cause for further concern.

Walking along the road, Lin Musen felt someone calling him, snapping him out of the beautiful scenery and back to reality.

This was a wise and mature minister who planned for the country's future. Lü Peng was greatly comforted. He prepared to grandly develop Changli and the future Fuxin into his coal and coke base. With this base, his grand vision of trading steel for victory could finally be realized.

“Shameless!” other watching Thousand-Hand Ninjas cursed in unison. Two against one, and using such a rogue tactic.

Lin Musen suppressed his urge to start eating, added a pinch of MSG, stir-fried briefly, then served the dish. The ribs had been bought in excess, and with plenty of water added, he ended up with two large bowls—mushroom stewed ribs, both soup and dish, were ready.

As he hid, his true body rested quietly in this very place.