Chapter Twenty: Abal, Stubborn Only in Words

Especially when slicing the meat, it required much more strength; after only a short while, her wrist began to ache. Yu You drove Tom to a nearby supermarket, bought dumpling wrappers and several kinds of fillings, and prepared a soup base.

"This is a dead end!" Huang Shiliang suddenly lost his appetite halfway through the meal, put down his bowl and chopsticks on the table, and sighed. Suier had just been in the hall and naturally knew that Jiang Yunqing had not suffered any grievance, but her heart remained unsettled.

Xia Zhongcheng’s handsome face flickered in the candlelight as he gazed deeply at Yun Jingqi, pulling from his pocket a slender gold ring—its design simple, nothing but a band.

The Prince Zhou insisted on hosting a family banquet, immediately dispatching a servant to invite Master Song to his residence for dinner that evening.

The survival round of the world championships retained the resource-gathering mechanism from the domestic competition, but with certain improvements and enhancements; the organizers, however, revealed little about what had changed.

Zhang Jialiang had another worry: if he arrested An Zhiguo, would Huang Shijun object, thinking it was an act targeted against him?

Many students had visited the school in advance, seeing that the campus was enclosed by brick pillars and bamboo fences taller than a grown man. At the main gate stood a pair of stone lions, flanked by two burly men who guarded the entrance with unwavering vigilance.

Jason appeared troubled, perhaps sensing her displeasure. For a moment, he knew not what to say.

Song Que was momentarily at a loss for words. Indeed, he felt that Qinghui had gone too far this time; even if this young man was Shi Zhixuan’s disciple, that did not prove he was a villain beyond redemption. Such arbitrary judgment was unwise.

As he fretted, he noticed on the vehicle’s terrain map the outline of what looked like an abandoned car. He turned the vehicle toward the wasteland to the right and found, upon approaching, a car chassis buried by wind and sand for countless years, with only a sliver of rooftop and window frame exposed.

Tang Long swept his gaze around, but there was no way to determine where the killer had discarded the evidence—no traces remained. If clues were to be found, it would require investigation from another angle. However, Li San’s route of inquiry was different from Tang Long’s; he had not given up and was still searching for any subtle sign.

Hollywood’s market is global; if one could secure a share there, it would be enough to sustain them for a lifetime.

Upon opening the phone and seeing the caller ID, Fierce Cat’s brows furrowed for a moment before his eyes narrowed; he pressed the answer key.

Back when they seized power, they had struggled for a long time but ultimately decided to proceed. Their original intention was not for themselves, so they felt no shame, but now, with their goals unmet and St. Petersburg steadily declining, they found it utterly unforgivable.

The onset of this mass slaughter was initiated in tacit agreement, designed to eliminate opportunists, so as not to let these people hinder their plans or complicate matters.

"We must further investigate every site, take photographs, and collect bloodstains from the ground for analysis," Tang Long resolved. Whether his own suspicions were justified or Wang Da was truly problematic, he had to pursue the matter to the end.

Zhang Nianzu was enraged; he saw that the other was no ordinary madman. He did not know why he was being targeted, but it was clear he could not leave without teaching the man a lesson.

Feeling the dense spiritual energy in the surroundings, Feng Shisanlang brushed aside his longing, calmed his mind, and continued to float in midair, absorbing the energy to restore his battle strength.

Zhou Ziwei was seeing this scene for the first time and was thoroughly terrified. She had never seen a corpse up close, nor witnessed such a horrific and uncanny sight.

Zhou Ziwei raised her bow and aimed in another direction, but none of her shots targeted Zaozi. Huang Commercial Bank had long since been exhausted and their gaze was unfocused.

Jiang Xi hurried to buy new clothes for the children, called Dazhuang and Erzhuang to help pack, and quickly led Mrs. Guo Lin to the back kitchen of the Taste Pavilion.

Exchanging glances with his two brothers, they entered together. The moment they stepped inside, the bustling atmosphere enveloped them—the restaurant and inn were packed with guests.

A sharp crack echoed in the silent corridor; Yi Xue’s strength wasn’t great, perhaps she had used all her might, and instinctively took half a step back.

In terms of both sentiment and principle, they had once been close and did not wish to see the other sink into ruin.

"So you still intend to defend her wholeheartedly? Do you believe she is truly the wise ruler you see her as?" Cen Beisheng suddenly asked.

Jing Mo was not carried away by praise, but pressed for information about the benefactor.

Having been interrupted, the man was not annoyed; instead, he raised his brows in mild confusion and followed up with another question.

Jiang Xi forcibly pried open the youth’s jaw, took a handkerchief from her bosom and stuffed it into his mouth, then quickly produced a silver needle, applying acupuncture to several points on his head.

The security guards seemed to glimpse spring itself; each of them was ravenous, eager to devour Xu Qingqing right then and there.

Aside from this, submitting analysis reports was a matter with no objections from vice presidents or staff.

As the sequence continued to be absorbed by Nalan Qiu, her aura underwent a terrifying transformation.

In the northern region where the Underworld Clan lived, the most discussed topic was the killing of Karma. Everyone swiftly divided the industries that had belonged to Karma’s territory.

Su Junting felt a newfound comfort upon hearing this, for she believed the person her father spoke of was Jiang Hao.

Most of the martial artists in Shanhai City chose to submit to Zhao Shanhai’s divine path, gaining benefits unimaginable to others.

At that moment, Xu Jing stopped looking at her phone, set it aside, hurried home, washed up, and then lay down for a blissful sleep.