Chapter 30: The Cheng Family Banquet

The call was quickly connected.
Liu Sheng’s voice came through the phone.
“Sir, is there something you need?”
“Do you know any place in Haicheng where rare herbs can be found? The kind that are particularly special?”
Liu Sheng thought for a moment and replied, “I know…”

Among the seven, the three strongest men had been laughing and chatting just moments ago, but within seconds, they were all sent to meet their maker.

When in a bad mood, he drank; it was routine. The last time, it seemed, was two months ago.

It was as if the scent of fresh blood could be detected. The man lay sprawled across Qiao Yang, using the last of his strength to raise his gun and fire a shot at his adversary. He struck the gunman opposite, but his aim faltered, wounding only the man’s arm.

Human technology was indeed advanced, but the enemy they faced was a terrifying force that could disregard such progress entirely.

Its gaze was vacant, hands limp at its sides, and it collapsed like a massive mountain, disintegrating into specks of stardust, following the fate of the two golden-armored giants before it.

“You two head home first. I still have some matters to attend to! Don’t speak of this to anyone!” Jiang Tianyi instructed, sending the Wang sisters on their way.

Unaccustomed to being manipulated by sensational headlines, they had not yet realized the gravity of the situation, instantly intrigued by those final words.

Tang Sanzang asked himself, if he were in their place, would he be willing to become the ruler of this nation?

Besides, someone like Jiang Tianyi, who rarely took anything to heart, wouldn’t dwell on it for long.

Strangely, despite the heavy dose of poison and toxic mist, neither seemed to harm him.

Zhou Ailing kept reassuring herself, while Zhou Hongju was utterly stunned—the child disappeared right under her nose, and her partner vanished as well. The Jin family relatives were still present; how could he leave? No matter what, he was her eldest brother, and no matter how serious things got, one must not abandon him.

With a whoosh, it waved its claws and soared forward, casting a glance at Qin Yi to signal readiness.

Shenquan Manor was a place shrouded in mystery, a gathering spot for the wealthy, yet somehow there were gangs. Why did it feel like she had walked so far to reach this place? Who were these people, really?

“Since it’s brewed from over a hundred spiritual herbs, why not call it ‘Hundred Herb Brew’?” After savoring the medicinal milk, Lin Feng suggested.

This meant that the First Route Army of Duxiu Mountain would soon undergo a reshuffling. It was a perfect opportunity to bolster everyone’s fighting strength, expand the First Route Army, and establish the Duxiu Mountain Grand Corps.

The academy’s rules allowed only students to enter, so at the main gate, all the Feng family’s attendants were stopped. In the end, only Duan Yun and three other Feng family youths were admitted.

Luo Yunxiao’s words made perfect sense to everyone. Xu Jiayun naturally withdrew and fell silent. Lacking Luo’s insight and judgment, she only knew how to charge ahead blindly—what else could she say? Keeping her mouth shut was the wisest choice.

Many wealthy and powerful patients knew of this mysterious place. The few luxury wards here were outrageously expensive, yet always fully booked, never vacant.

Though Qian Ye spoke indifferently, he couldn’t help but feel some guilt for the worsening plight of Team 314. Yet sometimes, too much sentimentality among men only backfires.

The massive head of meat that Yan Gang had swallowed was stretched long, distorted by his struggles inside. The grotesquely twisted face looked ever more bizarre and unsettling.