Chapter 33: She Really Knows How to Keep Her Composure

For a moment, Lu Ciying was at a loss for words. Even when the Shen family had still been prosperous, she had made her dislike for Shen Jin clear on more than one occasion. She had even whispered disparaging remarks about this prospective brother-in-law into Lu Qingqing’s ear.

“Things are not as they once were. Now, plenty of people in this city are eager to curry favor with Shen Jin.”

“Why don’t you go yourself?” Lu Qingqing pressed her lips together, her eyes...

Yang Mian’s heart gave a jolt upon hearing the secret order relayed by Sun Jixiang. Seeing Yang Yan merely watch the other party leave, she grew even more anxious.

The neat chorus of shouts was reminiscent of a retired sports star being cheered by the crowd at his farewell game, a clear sign that the wealthy patrons could no longer endure the dullness of this match.

As for why she squeezed into this place, it was simply because the kitchen was off to the side and rarely visited by others. She pressed her fingers against the lock a few times until there was a soft click. Using her sleeve as a wrap, she twisted the doorknob and turned it open. The air inside was somewhat stale, as if it hadn’t been opened in a long time. The room was silent, and half the floor-to-ceiling curtain was drawn, bearing the words: The White Lotus Chronicles.

Zhou Quan had just strapped on his oxygen tank when Dalong immediately grabbed the breathing tube and bit down. In fact, the diving methods used by Zhou Quan and Dalong were far from ideal, and to professionals, their approach looked downright reckless.

“So should we invest or not?” Zhao Zhiruo glanced at Cheng Yiyi, then at Xu Lang, unable to make up her mind.

Lu Fei was dumbfounded and couldn’t help but cast a glance at Master Huitong. Such an important matter, and he had left the decision entirely up to him?

“Article One: Should a vacancy arise in the positions of Chairman of the Yulin Bay Committee or Chairman of the Military Commission due to resignation, an emergency Transmigration Assembly shall be convened to elect new chairmen. The terms of the newly elected chairmen shall continue until the original terms expire.”

The old man was none other than Old George, the steward of the Rothschild family. Despite his injuries not having healed, he had arrived in Southeast Asia to settle an old score from days past. Never had he imagined that Lin Feng would manage to escape the combined pursuit of the Dark Group and Iga Kawahira. It was simply unthinkable.

Martial arts were Luo Xin’s primary means of survival in this world. No matter what, he had to find ways to perfect his skills as soon as possible, striving to become a top-tier master—or even rise above that.

The second step: temper the body with qi, guiding the energy to slowly cleanse the flesh, veins, bones, even the marrow, step by step, until the entire body was washed clean and transformed.

Suddenly, an arrow shot out from the side, slicing through the air toward the pair. Feng Shang, quick-eyed, spotted the secret attack and shouted a warning, hastily shoving Ren Xiao out of the way.

This villa was the only asset the Qin family had retained after their expulsion, and it was where Qin Mu had lived before marrying into the Tong family.

Lalong was famed for his bravery in Tubo. If even he would say such a thing, who in the Tibetan region could stand as Ye Xun’s match?

“Damn it, Mu Fan, you bastard! If in the next life you dare betray your brotherhood with me, even in death I won’t forgive you!” With that, he strode over to Mu Fan, the remaining men showing bitter smiles.

A beam of light shot toward Old Huang. But Old Huang neither dodged nor retreated, meeting it head-on.

“As long as we keep quiet, how would Chairman Li ever find out?” Ma Chenggong chuckled.

The medicinal herbs seemed to melt into the pot like ice cream, turning the entire liquid inside pitch black.

Beyond the royal court, noble amethyst lightning rose from the void, carrying An Bai upward.

Ling Tian watched the scene, a chill settling in his heart. The strength of a Martial Sect master was indeed beyond what he could handle now. That single move just now could easily have cost him his life.