Chapter 36: I Never Thought You Were So Foolish Before

Lu Qingqing’s words carried a hidden meaning.

But the man was having none of it. He gritted his teeth against the pain, yet his tone remained harsh. “Speak plainly.”

Lu Qingqing looked at the man before her, her gaze full of contempt. “There’s nothing to say, Lord Shen.”

Instead, it was...

Nitian stared coldly at the ground, quietly waiting for Hu Ao to emerge. He knew his own strength—at half his power, it would still be difficult to kill this mysterious human immortal.

Yiman looked at Lin Shuang with a hint of sadness. When Lin Shuang was pushed out, she had wanted to pull her back; but seeing that Zhong Hengyang was closer, she withdrew her hand.

“Well then, do as you please. I’ll head downstairs. If you need anything, just call for me,” the manager said before taking his leave.

Indeed, his corpse was identical to that of Ma Shaoyuan—all the skin stripped from his body, his skull shattered beyond recognition.

It had rained for two days straight, and the pastry shop had not opened for business. When the rain finally stopped, the workload increased dramatically. Luckily, Yulian had already gone to oversee the shop, giving Shen Qingqing some peace of mind.

“Spare me the preliminaries. I have plenty of time,” Shen Qingqing said, a smile playing on her lips. She was determined to get to the bottom of this matter.

Meeting Li Yang had been nothing but an accident. His brother was injured, and I insisted on taking him to the hospital despite opposition. Because of this, Li Yang pursued me with unwavering devotion. His rise to being Sun Shou’s right-hand man was also the result of my planning.

Wild boars care little for their targets; anything standing in their way is crushed beneath their mountain-like bulk, bringing chaos to the city.

Ling Rou had been watching Ye Fan intently. Every trace of his expression was caught in her eyes. Though still somewhat naive about certain things, she could see that what flickered across Ye Fan’s face was not affection, but rather a deep, unmistakable hostility.

How could I accept such a precious gift? I wanted to refuse, but no words would come out; I could only fret in silence.

Su Jinghui chuckled at once, and as she laughed, the others joined in, the atmosphere instantly turning harmonious. At that moment, someone arrived to report that the carriage was ready to depart at any time.

Everyone had the same idea, and since Chief Zhao had already asked the question, there was no need for further discussion; all eyes turned to Cuizhu.

Ye Fan didn’t know much about the Spirit Communication Pill, but he had some basic understanding. He knew that to break through to the Spirit Communication stage, condensing the Spirit Communication Pill was essential, for only with its existence could a martial artist refine and control a beast soul.

The young women discussed animatedly, unable to find a convincing counterargument, so they turned to me for answers.

“Mr. Xiao, there’s no need to spell out what you already know. Do you understand that? The way you are now, it’s clear you’re coveting more than you already have.”

Outside the carriage, Kong Qinglong was directing his men to swiftly clear the scene; inside, Lin Xuan puffed on a cigarette, billows of smoke curling around him as he held the still-shaking Lin Wanyu in his arms, lost in thought.

It was only then that Xiang Qing realized he must have changed his number since getting out, and she hadn’t had a chance to ask for his new contact information.

As soon as the two stepped onto the stairs, they felt an immense gravity descend upon them, as if a massive boulder was pressing down on their bodies.

After a dozen police cars blocked off the entire road, Chen Haibo and his group’s vehicle pulled over to the side.

All these people were disciples of the Jiejiao sect serving in the Shang Dynasty, led by Wen Zhong, Feihu, and others. Their retreat was swift and decisive.