Chapter 39: Counter-Strategy

Wen Zhiyan compiled detailed analyses of every guest’s catchphrases, habits, attire, gait, and dining preferences, personally instructing the young women on how to cater to and please each individual. At first, the madam was skeptical and merely treated it as an experiment, yet to her surprise, the women who first applied Wen Zhiyan’s methods with their respective guests quickly earned a fortune in tips. The madam was so delighted her face nearly split from grinning; one day, she gathered all the girls together.

Hu Qichen waved his hand, a chilling wind swept through, and the door swung open. Standing outside was a middle-aged man in his fifties, short and stout, carrying a medical kit on his shoulder and looking at us nervously.

How could Bai Ye not understand what all this signified? Master Tu was fair and impartial, granting Bai Ye a spot among the top seven participants.

In his eyes, Yan Yue had always been a sunflower that forever followed the sun. Every word she spoke was filled with yearning and passion for life; even when suffering from illness, she would offer a gentle smile and say she believed in miracles.

Jin Han carried her into the ambulance, where the accompanying doctor provided basic treatment for Jiang Nini’s wounds.

Fortunately, Ying Yingying was characterized as a noble lady of ancient times, who would never let a man be put in a difficult position.

These singers were formidable; whether they were live performers or veterans, their control over the stage was masterful.

Who would have thought the Emperor would be so unyielding, admitting to it directly? This left Wang Zhaoming at a complete loss for what to do.

Xie Keliang was somewhat bewildered by the torrent of words from Bai Ye. Looking at that grand blueprint, even he found it difficult to process.

After Xie Fu finished speaking, she watched Huang Chengzhi, trying to discern something from his expression, but she saw nothing. She should have been pleased by his composure, but for some reason, she felt a sense of disappointment.

Seeing that she had eliminated the opponent, Jiang Lan laughed triumphantly again, then quickly turned her muzzle toward the remaining spiders.

Amidst a lush, verdant peach forest, one could see specks of bright red fruit from afar. A wave of fresh air, mingled with a faint, intoxicating scent of fruit, rushed to the nose; though still a mile away, one felt effortlessly intoxicated.

The six great super-divine beasts—no, they had now become seven—clashed with seven of the world’s peak powers, causing destruction that was even more immense and terrifying.

Xiong Ti suddenly felt a sense of kinship with the youth, as if he saw his own reflection in him: stubborn, persistent, and willing to die to achieve his goals.

Another bolt of lightning struck from the sky, turning the black night into a momentary day. The dense raindrops fell like countless arrows from heaven, yet these arrows were cold and translucent, piercing through the human heart.

Chantelin tossed the two heads into the air, turned around to wipe the crystalline tears from his cheeks, and snapped his fingers.

Staring at the massive, black-hole-like presence before him, Lin Yi was struck with horror. What he saw before him was no door; it was clearly a meat grinder.

Seeing this, Lin Yi and the others did not hesitate, immediately brandishing their various weapons. In an instant, a burst of colorful radiance bloomed throughout the dense forest.

Unexpectedly, the accountant hurriedly cried, "No, no, no." He said "no" three times in a row, showing just how nervous he was.

However, this also reflected the gap in strength between himself and Qin Mu from another perspective. After all, Qin Mu could see at a glance that the Lord of the Divine Realm was merely a clone, while Ye Qingyao could not. This showed that Qin Mu’s strength had grown to a terrifying, formidable level.

Through the system’s notification, Qing Tian knew that he was still alive, and that his physical condition remained excellent.

It was fortunate that Ye Tang quickly grabbed Cheng Mo’s hand and dragged him away; otherwise, there was no telling how far he would have gone to provoke He Fengnian with his words.