Chapter 30: Get Out Immediately

Wang Lu and Zhou Xiumei had already discussed their plans before coming. The reason they dared to stride in so boldly to borrow money was because they had prepared two backup strategies.

The first escape plan was that if Zhou Xiufang agreed to lend them the money, Wang Lu would insist the funds be transferred directly to his account, bypassing Zhou Xiufang entirely.

Just then, Yang Fei’s expression suddenly changed, his head tilting as if he’d caught some distant sound. A violent surge of fists and force sent Euphemia flying, crashing through the balcony’s glass door and out into the air.

She wanted to probe Wang Yuntian using subtle methods, but who could have predicted his intense aversion—resulting in her angry departure just moments earlier.

Below the stage, officials, surrounding bailiffs and guards, and the crowd of onlookers not far from the hall, all erupted upon hearing Wang Daofu’s words, whispering and murmuring among themselves.

At the height of its prosperity, Quanzhou Port truly embodied an era of grandeur, with ships from myriad nations arriving in homage. Foreign merchant vessels had to queue for entry; during busy periods, it could take half a month before cargo could be unloaded, and the daily value of goods moving in and out of the port reached billions.

It wasn’t just those four Han soldiers who secretly attempted to escape—even Mongol troops were contemplating surrender. Their movements were still contained by their commanders, and the situation had yet to become obvious, as the leaders hesitated to make a decision.

The village houses all lined the official road, over two fathoms wide, with inns and taverns among the diverse establishments. Now, nearly all homes were abandoned, their valuables packed away by families fleeing to Guangzhou to escape the turmoil.

Zhang Shaoyang silently vowed that even if the great hero demanded his life in the future, he would not hesitate for a moment—but only after serving his mother until her final days and fulfilling his duty as a son.

On the shore, Song dynasty soldiers and civilians carried their luggage and boarded the ships one by one. The ground was littered with abandoned items, left behind in haste; some villagers likely hid in the mountains, unwilling to flee any farther. The hastily erected imperial palace, though deserted, still stood tall and splendid, its aura commanding.

“Where should I place the nest?” Ao Xingfeng fretted. “If I put it inside the valley, will the warriors be frightened? But outside the valley isn’t safe either.”

As for Master Si, he doted on them even more, wishing he could present them with every good thing he owned. When he first learned of the trouble that befell Si Zhanbei and Sheng Fenghua, Master Si fell into deep despair, suffering a severe illness that nearly claimed his life.

Gu Han answered the phone with astonishing speed; it was as if he picked up before it even rang.

I care about nothing. Yet the words Su Han spoke—that we no longer have anything between us—struck me deeply.

Now, after the Battle of Obon, the eight great families have fractured, even the Ink Sect has abandoned the Kunlun clan.

The old Chinese doctor released the dog Maozi’s wrist, stroked his tangled beard, and said, “His hand suddenly trembled! It startled me! I thought it was over! He really is gravely ill.”

Ye Lingfeng and the Wolf King instantly became alert; Old Man Time’s words were clearly directed at them.

Upon hearing such gentle words, Jin Nian’s nose burned uncontrollably, tears streaming out and soaking Quan Shaoqing’s chest.

She evidently had no will to live anymore; her body was beyond recognition, tortured to a point of unspeakable misery.

Su Zelin’s eyes swept over with sharpness, his handsome face darkening abruptly. Xu Yifan, that old fox, had truly treated A Ran as a tribute.

The power of time was about to alter everything, but in that moment, an awful force of ultimate devouring arrived.