Chapter 32: No Debts of Favor

Soon after Li Ruhai got out of the car, everyone from the business car behind also stepped out. When Wang Lu saw these people, he was completely stunned. Apart from Li Ruhai, every single one of them was a high-ranking executive or department manager from the various branches of the Li Group. Li Ruhai had received Ye Chen’s call about the redevelopment and demolition of the urban village, a matter that was strictly within the Li family’s purview…

The oversized private room, which originally held more than forty people, was soon surrounded by over a hundred more members of the Gale Gang who had rushed over upon hearing commotion outside. They encircled Ji Feng and his group of eleven people and a dog. All along the way, he had been pondering the connections between these events, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t make sense of it all. When the Chen family’s invitation arrived, he could only politely decline.

Suddenly, Su Yue appeared behind Lei Zhan, grabbed the flying purple-gold halberd, and, with one strike, sent Lei Zhan tumbling down. In fact, Nouveau Riche Dong was merely being contrary. Despite his words, the next moment he began telling Fang Zheng the latest information he had gathered.

“All that I have, I can offer to you; however, anything belonging to the organization cannot be given. Some things must be left behind for them.” The carriage lurched again, though not as violently as before. Amidst the creaking, the soft rustling of clothes brushing against each other could be heard.

Huang Qi and the others couldn’t make out the movements of the two men at all; they only saw them shift slightly and change positions, but the walls and floor were suddenly marked with several blade scars. Only then did they realize the two had already crossed swords, and the realization sent a chill down their spines.

Bis added, “Looking for trouble for no reason.” Despite what he said, his attitude was quite amiable, as if he was looking forward to visiting the Papal States.

During this period, Wu Xiaotong’s livestreams could be described with just eight words: “Powered by love, purely out of boredom.”

However, Tang Feng, who had narrowly dodged an earlier blow, was not so lucky this time. With a feeble scream, he plummeted downward along with an entire section of ground and the stone statue, falling rapidly below.

“My father actually told me long ago to transfer to Haiyang City. Haiyang University is a prestigious institution, and transferring to Haiyang High School and then getting into Haiyang University would be very easy for me.”

When Zhu Huaiwu saw the furious Lord Dong, he would rather say a few more nice words to smooth things over. But before he could utter an apology, he was seized by the beard by the trembling, enraged Lord Dong.

Ye Yu remained silent; in this world, only strength spoke for itself. Unless he killed this man, the other would never believe in his power. Ye Yu smiled faintly, eyeing the man in black, noticing the soft sword appearing in the man’s hand, and a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes.

In the end, all the blame was pinned on Hu Ren, who was pitifully punished—sentenced to guard the White Tiger Secret Realm for a hundred years, forbidden to leave.

“After all, our school has partnerships with many overseas universities. Every semester we have transfer and exchange students.” Suddenly enlightened, I continued questioning.

Half an hour flashed by in an instant. Ye Yu was still dodging, not rushing to attack. The rampaging tiger-bear’s every move was measured and methodical, making it difficult for him to find an opening. Only when the beast entered a truly berserk state would it be the best time to strike.

“Hm?” In fact, Tiger was only asking on a whim, not expecting any affirmative answer from Alice. But Alice’s response left him genuinely surprised.

He remembered that when he was beneath the tomb, he had also held these things in his hands—gifts of power from the great general. So, could he still control these things now?

“Your disciple? Your disciple hardly seems an ordinary citizen. Now we’re targeting your Misty Sect, and if we let your disciples off, then who is there left to confront?” The man threw his head back and laughed, looking at Zhou Bingran with utter disregard.

In his heart, Ouyang Tian had already guessed what medicine the old fox was selling in his gourd. Soon, he would know for certain.