Chapter 106: No One Will Ever Find Out

Di Yunshen spoke into his phone's voice input, then sent the message off.

"Li'er, send this document directly to Shen Ci once you're done. Have him handle the liaison."

"Got it."

"Do you need to hire more people on your end?"

"No need—we have enough for now."

...

After killing the enemy's Zhou Yu once, Liu Feng also took down the mid-lane second tower. Then he headed back to base to buy items.

Dong Fang, however, secretly let out a sigh of relief. He had originally worried that Lan Fuqiang, unable to stomach the humiliation, would immediately fall out with Wei Lan. To his surprise, Lan Fuqiang had forcibly swallowed his pride and endured it. But a moment later, his heart lifted again in concern. Before they came, neither he nor Lan Fuqiang had expected Wei Lan to be so domineering, so all the prepared speeches they had rehearsed were certainly useless now.

To put it more bluntly—if the Qin family had a clear conscience, why would they resort to such underhanded behavior? Taking the Grand Dowager Qin and all three young ladies of the Qin family to Xihai Prefecture... If Qin Xianyuan truly harbored treacherous intentions, then who would be holding whom hostage was anyone's guess.

Lu Youyuan's words came like those of a familiar old friend, his calm tone making it all sound so matter-of-fact.

"I'll cut you into pieces." Dozens of surgical blades materialized in front of Ghost Hand, and at his command, they shot toward Lin Mo like a storm.

Hearing Li Yi's words, Song Jiajia quickly nodded, then headed upstairs with her assistant.

Li Chen spat out a mouthful of water, tracing an elegant arc through the air; Cheng He coughed uncontrollably, clearly choking; Wang Zulan, meanwhile, raised a thumbs-up at Li Yi, fully acknowledging his gift for comedy.

Two sharp cracks reached Ai Lin's ears. A chill swept over her, and she hurriedly snapped her eyes open.

"Boom!" A surge of silver flame that shook the very heavens came crashing toward him like the sky itself splitting apart. In that instant of eruption, he saw the bright, clear moon stained crimson as though drenched in blood.

Li Mu arrived at the main gate and pulled an ancient-looking key from his pocket—only to find himself somewhat exasperated.

The heavy-armored soldier was just about to yank his spear from the corpse when another warrior of the Jin clan attacked from the side, swinging a curved blade at his spear-wielding wrist. Forced to retreat, the heavy-armored soldier had no choice but to release his grip and abandon the spear.

Wen Xin thought to himself, deciding not to continue absorbing and refining spiritual energy. Instead, he turned to stabilizing his post-breakthrough body and familiarizing himself with his newly gained power.

Zhen Hao was just about to ask Qian Duoduo whether she knew of Lü Xuan's whereabouts when Qian Duoduo's figure flashed away, vanishing from Zhen Hao's sight in just two or three bounds.

Just then, I saw the stud leaning sideways against the railing at the top of the stairs on the second floor—waiting for me, was he? Seeing how unhurried he was, it surely had nothing to do with Tong'er. "Happy New Year!" I greeted him.

Xia Jian turned on the computer as he spoke, and saw that Guan Tingna had sent several more emails. He chatted with Wang Lin while approving the messages one by one.

Inside the Xiping Carton Factory, not a sound could be heard. The old watchman simply lay down on the big bed, drifting off into long, even snores.

Li Dingguo deeply admired the crown prince's knack for waging war through war. "Your Highness, what should we do with the Turkish Sultan now? Are we truly going to let Murad return to his country?" In Li Dingguo's eyes, if the prince truly let Murad IV return home, it would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains—the war between the Ming Empire and the Turks would never end.

A dense throng of dark specters silently crept toward the house. Inside, a dozen or so spirits were drinking tea and chatting about trivialities, utterly oblivious to the catastrophe about to descend upon them.

Two beams of white light shot into my legs. To avoid frightening her, I clenched my teeth and forced myself not to make a sound. If I ever got out of here, I would definitely not let Zhu Nengfei off the hook. No wait—it should be Lin Xiao! Hmm, that still didn't seem right. Then who exactly was I supposed to hold accountable for the wounds on my body?