Chapter 99: The Mysterious Hand

Hearing these words, the bodyguards immediately halted their actions, glancing anxiously at the silver needles.
“You bunch of fools, they are the enemy. Are you going to listen to whatever the enemy says? Hurry up and pull out those needles for me.”
After Wei Yang’s scolding, the bodyguards no longer hesitated and quickly pulled out one of the silver needles.
A metallic clang rang out.
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One who could hesitate, without seeing himself as a strong man, would eagerly seek to accept himself.
Hong Zhenying turned back, gazing at this “enemy” and his smiling face, and a proverb flashed through her mind—“The weasel pays New Year’s greetings to the chicken.”
“Cough, cough.” Listening to the low coughs from inside the carriage, Yang Xin looked out at the snow-covered landscape and sighed in concern.
Seeing that the burly man still had tricks up his sleeve, Long Teng nodded toward Bai Lin, signaling him to release the rogue and let the man show what else he could do.
He gently lifted a peach blossom branch beside him, petals drifting gracefully onto his body, the scene infinitely beautiful, yet he merely recounted the truth in a calm tone.
Xu Gu entered, saw she was sound asleep, and did not wake her. He simply sat beside her and gently brushed off the plum blossom petals that had fallen onto the quilt.
But it was already too late; Xu Gu had instantly noticed Mi Shu. She had fallen to the ground and had not yet managed to stand up before someone grabbed her from behind, seized her throat, and left her no time to react.
Had she not chosen to be a journalist, but taken up acting or modeling, perhaps she would have become famous already.
Yet, even so, there were still people daring to follow her—clearly ignorant of their own fate. However, Long Teng, Zi Yan, and Gao Ming all understood that anyone who dared to pursue them must possess considerable strength. If even Nascent Soul experts failed to notice, then the pursuer must be from the Spirit Enlightenment or Void Penetration stages.
After some time, K stopped in front of a building resembling a museum, quietly sensing the fluctuations around him. Once certain he had shaken off the man, he curled his lips ever so slightly.
Would such an answer satisfy the masses? Certainly not, especially in this age of “life unceasing, entertainment never-ending.”
The man in black was neither a government officer nor a spy sent by the admiral to investigate the Golden Lion and the Stick. He, too, was a criminal preying on criminals.
Homido watched Toto, who was considering whether to reveal the Imperial clan’s mission and past to him.
This scene provoked tremendous astonishment among the people along the way. They were unaware of Emperor Chongzhen’s order to suppress the imperial guards, nor did they know these guards were fleeing; they merely saw a great number of men in brocade uniforms setting out.
Previously, the Endless Sea was managed by the Hunting Alliance, and those powers paid little attention to it. But with the change to the Ten Directions Platform, it was different—the resources here weren’t abundant and were quite dangerous, yet letting the Platform monopolize them could upset the balance of power.
Sweeping his gaze over the distant Qi Wandao, who stood with a long spear and a cold expression, ready to strike at any moment, Wang Hao narrowed his eyes.
In the pitch-black surroundings, only Kang Rui Weaver’s leaping form remained visible. He traced a startling arc through the air, slashing down with sword and blade together, bearing a force capable of cleaving mountains. Gradually, Kang Rui Weaver’s body also turned jet black, save for a single crimson heart beating within.
Yet the consequences of this matter had not ended; police bureau staff were investigating everywhere to uncover its origins.
Half his body submerged in water, the dragon’s immense length had ensnared the ape bear, rendering it immobile. With an enraged roar, the dragon spewed molten lava like burning flames from its mouth, the viscous magma covering the ape bear from head to toe. Waves of heat swept across the sea, causing white steam to rise from the surface.
Master and disciple leisurely sipped fragrant tea, utterly unconcerned about the repercussions once Murong Zan discovered them. “Enjoy tea while it is here, savor beauty while it lasts—let tomorrow bring what worries it may.”