Chapter 169: Qiao Lan Gets Beaten
After Qiao Lan finished speaking, the scene fell into a dead silence, and no one uttered another word. Even the sound of everyone's breathing could be heard distinctly.
Both Qiao Lan and Su Shanshan sensed that something was amiss. Qiao Lan also realized that what she had said might have been inappropriate, yet she pressed on stubbornly and added, "What? Do you think she is all that pure? Were her two positions acquired cleanly? It couldn't possibly be that she traded favors with that fat director, hehe—"
Of course not. Not only did he possess the ability to "foresee the future," but he also wielded "heavenly-king-tier" attacking power.
Thus, the Romance Research Club's first gathering ended in such an uncomfortable atmosphere.
Imperial Noble Consort Lan had arrived with her mind made up; today, she was determined to devise a solution—a useful one.
At a time like this, Major Takumi did not feel an excess of anger, for anger served no purpose. His mind was exceptionally cool and calm. His nose was aligned precisely with the direction from which that batch of anti-ship missiles was flying; then, he engaged the fire-control system and skillfully selected his ammunition.
A few heavily intoxicated Cang Kingdom naval sailors, clutching liquor bottles, staggered outside. When they began to chant slogans, some of the bystanders nearby successively joined in.
"Surrounding us are ubiquitous electromagnetic waves. The moment the great Hertz first conducted the emission and reception experiments of electromagnetic waves in his laboratory, our air became filled with them," Shangguan Yan added from the side.
Today, Ye Chen was dressed in a sleek black suit, a blue tie, and a pair of polished leather shoes.
Hearing that there was a big fish to catch, Ye Chen was extremely excited. After all, he hadn't yet had the opportunity to put his master-angler skills to the test.
Within the martial arts arena, Lin Tianyu appeared disheveled, but in reality, after all this time, Zhao Yan's flying sword had not managed to touch Lin Tianyu even once.
Ever since his childhood, Zhou Hanning had been deeply cherished by his imperial father, showered with endless successive rewards and countless gold and jewels, to say nothing of the fixed annual tenant rents.
With more bargaining chips in hand, there was no fear that Lin Feng would fail to submit obediently when he arrived. Almost immediately after the capture, the others quietly disembarked from another location and, following the map Michelle had drawn beforehand, concealed themselves securely in a safe place.
The police had not anticipated such a sudden emergency; some gave chase to the figures in black, while others grabbed their walkie-talkies to call for backup.
If this stubborn old monster of the Jin family were to die as well, it would be the most joyous event imaginable for her. No one would interfere with her ever again, and she would be the sole master of the Jin family.
Walking all the way to Eldest Master Ling's office door, Miss An looked through the floor-to-ceiling glass window and saw the head of the Ling family sitting squarely in his office chair, staring unblinkingly at the computer screen. Miss An stroked her delicate chin, her eyes flashing slightly, before silently walking up to his door. She raised the back of her hand and gently tapped on the door without saying a word.
She had originally set out in a fluster to find the antidote, rushing home posthaste to save someone. How on earth had she ended up here attending a tea party? She felt like a charging, reckless wild bull that had blundered blindly into a flock of brooding hens, bound to crush the warm eggshells they were incubating if she moved about rashly.
Zhen Jing stood with her mouth agape and a stunned expression on her face, blankly watching the spot where the two had vanished for a moment. Then, clutching her side-stitching stomach, she stumbled back the way she came.
He was firmly resolved not to fall for such a trap; hence, he preferred to take a roundabout approach, waiting until Lin Feng had no room left to concede before presenting his conditions.
"Um... Uncle Cheng Zhan, isn't he coming with you?" Miss An glanced around, failing to catch sight of Cheng Zhan anywhere.
She walked over and ordered numerous skewers. A large bundle of bamboo sticks boiled away in the pot, bubbling furiously beneath a sea of fiery red.
"Heyi, follow me," Helian Junxiong instructed Heyi before striding directly into the estate.
Do not be deceived by Jun Wuyan's youthful appearance; his martial arts were unfathomable, his mind devious, and his command of military strategy divine. Even seasoned veterans who had lived for the better part of a century fell far short of him. All former contempt had been completely discarded four years ago when the imperial throne changed hands.