Chapter 49: Huang Wenlong's Request

Liu Yongming scratched his scalp in frustration, squatting on the ground, pushed to the very verge of a breakdown.

"Big Brother, Fang Meixiang has dirt on me! Back when I wanted to divorce Lin Qin, she hooked me up with someone who lent me a hundred and fifty yuan. Now Fang Meixiang claims that guy is a loan shark, and if I can't pay this money back, I'm done for!

And then there's the matter with Lin Yi... Any single one of these things is enough to ruin me, Big Brother! I finally managed to reach—"

Gao Qiqi had only managed a single word, indeed, but that single word provided a fierce boost of momentum for He Yue.

Originally, he was still wary of Zhao Zilong's status and didn't dare make the first move, but since Dong Lianzhu had struck first, even if he ended up beating Zhao Zilong and Dong Lianzhu to death, he would still have a valid explanation when Zhao Zilong's family members came looking for trouble later.

Seeing that He Yue was forced to compromise, Liu Qianqian prepared to take him to training, never expecting He Yue to blurt out such words. Having grown accustomed to her outrageous master's nonsense, Liu Qianqian had already developed an immunity to whatever He Yue said.

The next instant, a figure darted out from Xia Fan's room. Upon discovering Yue Tianhua, who looked like a hanged ghost, the figure delivered a mighty, soccer-kick-like blow. Yue Tianhua's body slammed solidly against the wall, dropping unconscious without uttering a single sound.

"That's right, I believe you too." Sixth Master walked over from the side, patting Ye Yanqing on the back as he spoke.

Knowing that it was impossible to explain clearly, Xiao Fei simply closed her mouth and remained silent. Assuming that Xiao Fei was giving her tacit approval, everyone immediately began pondering what gifts to prepare for He Yue and Xiao Fei to celebrate their powerful alliance.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng's broadsword swept across with the might of an army, making it impossible for anyone to get close! It suppressed Lei Feng relentlessly. If it had been an ambush, Lei Feng would certainly have won, but this was a head-on clash! Within moments, the momentum of his defeat became increasingly obvious.

Just as he wanted to say something more, he suddenly felt a chilling sensation running down his back, followed by the sound of a blade tearing through flesh, and then a piercing agony. That wave of pain washed over him in surges, making him wish he could carve that very piece of flesh right off.

Therefore, to further express the Feng family's apologies to Zhao Zilong and to secure a powerful partner for themselves, the Feng family immediately invited Zhao Zilong, Dong Lianzhu, and their entourage to be guests at the Feng family's Imperial Villa.

The charm and magic of Mount Daqing were beyond description. After several days of sightseeing, by the time Chiyoko Chishima was about to leave, she had completely returned to the state she was in when she first met Han Tao. When shaking hands at parting, there was much more warmth and far less estrangement and defense.

"But wouldn't that be too extreme? Not all immortals and demons are bad," Mo Tian said, just like humans—not all human beings are good people.

Knowing that Wang Zhiguo and Han Tao were discussing business matters, Wang Xiaona's mother, Zhao Shuyan, had merely come out earlier to exchange pleasantries with Han Tao before returning to the inner room to watch television.

Leng Feixin pressed her lips together, seeming to realize something. Just as she was about to speak, Lu Jiali cut in ahead of her.

Near noon, a fleet of liberation trucks rumbled into Qinghe Village, their truck beds packed with people. The beds of the first six trucks were filled to the brim, and as the last vehicle entered the village, Han Tao noticed a jeep following closely behind.

"No problem. Later on, I'll bring some back for you as a contribution to the nation's hospitality sector. See how the results turn out, and if they are good, we can discuss a long-term exclusive supply," Han Tao replied sincerely.

Seeing that she neither grew angry nor retorted, Wen Yanqing's gaze grew cold as he stared indifferently at Leng Feixin.

After Dr. Caogu left, Ji Huayao wrung out a towel soaked in warm water and gently wiped Shen Feng's body. A stove had been added to the room, making it quite warm. The bitter cold of the weather was gradually fading now; as long as no new cold fronts arrived, keeping a single stove in the room was quite sufficient.

"I agree," the Third Uncle shouted aloud as well. He had the deepest appreciation for the changes in Mount Daqing and knew that what Han Tao said made complete sense.