Chapter 79: Do You Want to Compete With Me Over Who Has More Powerful Connections?
Su Qingli blinked her eyes and pouted, asking, "President Di, you need to add more money."
"I will. Shen Ci, go inform HR in a while."
"Yes, President."
Su Qingli sat up happily, waiting for the makeup artist to begin her work.
Those around her sighed quietly, as expected...
He first went to a public phone booth, telling Xiang Jun to keep watch outside while he stepped in to dial Mao Renfeng's number.
Yet at that very instant, the fierce sword aura gave a faint sound and shattered into countless pale red points of light, swirling in the air like fireflies at night before gradually fading away.
At this moment, Long Mei was also in the sixth sector. Compared to Kang Mang'ang, her mind was more severely affected. She swung her war blade wildly, hacking at the fleeting images around her.
Not many fighter jets had joined from the Air Force, but their mission was ground support, so they were equipped exclusively with ground-attack weaponry, only keeping two air-to-air missiles on the wingtips in case of aerial combat. Moreover, the Su-30s were heavy fighters with a large payload capacity, providing formidable firepower density during ground attacks.
"Indeed, you have a new assignment. Tomorrow morning, you'll be hosting in Hushi," King Chujiang said crisply.
He gathered up all the clothes. The store offered delivery, but since Qin Mubai didn't even know where he was staying now, he had to carry them himself. Two sales assistants followed him to the parking lot and placed the items in the back of his car.
However, this kind of technology must have been rare even in ancient times, or else there wouldn't be so many Devil Fruits still in circulation, and Vegapunk wouldn't be the only one who possessed it.
The two of them made their way to the technical department with practiced ease. Su Wan was just cradling a bowl of freshly made instant noodles, preparing to write the autopsy report.
Darry gave a soft chuckle, offering no further bids. The auctioneer, catching his expression, knew there would be no more. With a "bang," the gavel fell.
The clarity of thought was a breakthrough in realm—a crucial turning point for Cheng Fei, changing him from a sudden upstart of power to a true strongman.
She should have been grateful for his sincerity and wanted to reciprocate his feelings, but... she still felt nothing when he touched her.
She somewhat believed what Gu Xunyan said, for after being confined for just a day, she felt she was going insane. Most astonishingly, as her mind crumbled, her skills faltered as well.
What once was a starry sky in the boundless void had been shattered by overwhelming force, all dissolving into chaos. The raging energies were remnants left behind by the ancient war.
These guards were actually all paid by White Bone Village, which collected money from the shops and redistributed it as wages.
Jiang Shijun's face was frosted, his black eyes glinting with a chill like forged ice, his entire presence exuding a cold aura that warned others to keep their distance.
The combatants on the hill could be divided into two groups. One wore a seductive red mark between the brows; regardless of their clothing colors, each had a red sash with intricate embroidery tied at the waist.
After Zhang Yunyun was taken away, a palace maid brought a basin of water and began to scrub the floor. Before long, all traces of blood were wiped clean.
"But what has the Empress Dowager sown herself?" Su Qingluan lifted her head, a mocking smile curling on her lips.
Su Yi believed that now he had taken command of the realm, it was time to draw the ambiguous Western Liang into his camp.
Chen Jiaojiao was excellent in every way, except she was too driven—a workaholic, and fiercely protective of her boss.
As night fell, Shu Linxi wore a worried expression. Though the brawling arena had preserved her training opportunities, there was no time left to train. Judging by the current situation, it seemed she wouldn't have any time for practice in the near future.