Volume One, Chapter 27: You Are Her Uncle; Her Filial Duty Is Owed to You

As if truly frightened, Yao Yan’s body trembled lightly.

Immediately, the prestigious Jinling noble families notified the international hackers they had each hired to mobilize.

At this moment, Qu Jin shook his head, feeling that as time passed, the two extreme thoughts within him grew stronger and demanded a choice.

Those who usually spoke so sweetly now revealed their true colors at this critical juncture, and their real nature was instantly laid bare.

After a short while, the clan member who had left returned hurriedly, followed by a man.

But Zheng Xiujing’s pale leg kept swinging back and forth, nearly blurring his vision.

After speaking, he wiped the corner of his mouth, stood up to change his clothes, then sat back in his wheelchair, pushed out by his adjutant.

Just as Qin Yibai’s consciousness probed various points beneath a hundred li away, suddenly, a faint, elusive awareness was abruptly captured by his mind.

What surprised him even more was that the once impenetrable defenses of Jifeng City were effortlessly breached by the people he had brought.

The window was open, allowing many shadows of wind to slip inside, carrying a hint of chill that stirred the curtains.

His painful, dry cough had yet to subside when someone grabbed his shoulders; with sharp cracks, both his arms were wrenched out of their sockets.

That night, McGrady kept at it, signing a hundred times. Though a hundred signatures seemed few, Shen Yang’s requirement was that they be written on basketballs, accompanied by blessings.

No one noticed the joyful expression that quickly faded to sorrow on Ye Wei’s face as he turned the corner.

Everyone held their breath, patiently waiting to hear what Xia He had to say. Many longed to follow him to the New World, but if the duke forbade it, they could only remain on Rhode Island.

A barely audible click sounded as another bullet slipped into the chamber. Xia He, sensing the Destiny Gun, found no cooling steps were necessary.

Seeing the fiery passion in An Min’s eyes, An Ruo hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say, his gaze lingering with a trace of hesitation.

He slowly lifted his head; his clear eyes, like a deep, still pool, betrayed no emotion. Upon noticing the shadow in midair, his slender fingers moved to his lips, and a crisp, piercing whistle echoed long and far.

Entering the living room, he immediately spotted the two figures seated on the sofa: Cheng Yun and Lu Ling.

At Lin Juan’s wedding last time, the bosses had all agreed unanimously: each gave a red envelope containing 660,000 yuan. Li Qingyu joked privately that if these people ever threw a banquet again, they wouldn’t attend—such stinginess made Lin Juan laugh.

Ji Cheng took a deep breath, his gaze turning dark and fierce as he looked at Xiong Peilan; a thought gradually surfaced in his mind.

Just as he left, Huanyan looked at Xie Anlan with curiosity. “Why did you agree to take on this matter? It’s truly troublesome.” Moreover, since it involved Gu Shiqi, she was even more reluctant to get involved.

“Of course, we have four top-tier fighters,” he said, glancing at the black cat perched on his shoulder with a chuckle.

Liu Xi had already witnessed the Source of Eternity; naturally, the Solar God Ark didn’t faze her much, but she still marveled at the ship’s imposing presence. If not for the fact that only Amaterasu could pilot it, she would have wanted one for herself.

Luan Jingyi thought to herself: Can I refuse? Even though it’s a holiday now, he still wants to command me to work for him? Besides, I’m here to deliver New Year’s goods.