Volume 1, Chapter 25: Do You Want to Be My Girlfriend?

Zhong Xu had already reached the entrance of the restaurant when an international video call summoned him back to the office. He gave Zhou Jingmo repeated instructions to keep a close eye on Zhong Li, promising to join them as soon as he finished his work. Consequently, Zhong Li’s plan to slip away after dinner was completely thwarted.

The group headed to a bar in Rongcheng to wait for Zhong Xu. Zhong Li’s initial sullen mood vanished the moment she stepped inside. Having spent seven or eight years in the United States with Jiang Yihuan, they hadn't learned any serious skills, but they had mastered the art of wining, dining, and partying. Zhou Jingmo had originally reserved a private room, but Jiang Yihuan insisted on staying in the main hall. "What’s the point of staring at the same faces in a private room? It’s much better out here..."

If the High Priest were to take an interest and capture Qin Yang’s soul, the secrets of the Heavenly Scripture could not be kept hidden. They were all awaiting news of Tang Ming’s strike; many were bracing themselves, determined to avenge Dongfang Mingyue.

The surrounding crowd, who had been whispering moments before, suddenly fell silent. Even the most uninitiated observer could see that the waiter who had just served Chris was no mere servant.

However, Bai Hua Jin was not well-acquainted with Fox Elder Star. Though she longed for love, she had long been prepared for a marriage arranged by her family.

Guo Qingzhu froze in place. Yang Yi, who had been waiting for this exact moment, seized the split second of hesitation and raised his shotgun, firing without a moment’s hesitation.

Just as Yang Yi was about to finish his cup of tea, Li Mo, sitting opposite him, finally looked over. Time was tight, and Li Mo was growing anxious; after all, Yang Yi was his only representative. If Yang Yi were to walk away now, it would mean the Li family was essentially pulling out of the game.

Mo Chen crept stealthily toward Hai Ting, who sat with her head buried in her arms, trembling uncontrollably.

"What do you think of this?" Jin Shengzhe asked Han Xin as he gazed at the highway dozens of meters away.

Yan Yu refused to believe it. Possessing the Seven Absolute Dao Body and the blood of the Sun God, he was naturally inclined to suppress evil entities.

He seemed completely indifferent, ignoring how she felt. Gu Bao’er pouted at him, while Huo Zizheng simply sat back down, composed.

Secondly, although Xu Tian Wang Yue possessed the strength of a half-step Martial Emperor, he likely could not fully control those top-tier Martial Monarchs.

The more Li Dalong fought, the more excited he became. The Sacred Punishment Divine Light behind him began to expand, enveloping the twelve copper corpses.

She arrived at the hotel room door, removed her hat and sunglasses, and carefully touched up her makeup before ringing the doorbell.

Another long sigh escaped Shen Yu. He would likely never sigh as much as he had this day. Ever since the event began, the sighs had been incessant.

"General, please," Lan Cheng gestured for Jiang Chuan to follow him.

The drug was colorless and odorless, a concoction from the underworld. It wouldn't take effect immediately, ensuring the victim wouldn't realize where or what had caused the sudden illness by the time it hit that evening.

Shale was clearly provoked. He mobilized the rebel forces from the entire city toward this location, pursuing them relentlessly and concentrating all his firepower.

This was the blast directed outward; had it been aimed at himself, the impact would have been even more devastating.

If Shen Suixin wanted to win, she needed a full house, four-of-a-kind, a flush, or a royal flush.

Zhang Chen led Yuan Yulun to declare their dominance over the entire Beishan settlement, simultaneously tracking down those attempting to flee and executing them on the spot.

After descending, Zhang Chen discovered only one passage below. He pulled the Xuanyuan Sword from the ground and chased deep into the cavern.

This was an imported liquor bottle, crafted from exceptionally durable glass. If it struck a normal person’s head, it would either kill them or leave a gaping wound.

"That middle-aged man is the leader of the Imperial Mercenary Corps, Huang Shu. He has been coming frequently these past few days, apparently to request that Elder Yan refine a Heavenly Spirit Pill," the guard explained.

At that moment, Su Nian’an wanted to strangle Qin Muche. Just how wealthy was he? Did he never carry cash, only cards and checks? Her bitterness toward the rich flared up, soaring to unprecedented heights.

The next day, two things happened. First, the bald pseudo-monk came to report that Zhang Quan had been fired by both Long Xing and Golden Skull—neither organization supported useless people.

The Scarlet Blood Demon Sovereign naturally noticed Zhang Chen’s actions and took note of the black light left behind, but he remained unconcerned. Even if Zhang Chen had a trump card, it was unlikely to threaten a being like himself.

"What? Baili Shouyue and the Captain have both been injured and fallen unconscious?" Su Lie roared in fury upon hearing the news.

But watching the monster created by Bao Qi’s hand, Qiu Xuan knew he hadn't made the wrong choice. He clearly sensed a formidable power from the creature; while not as strong as his own, it was far beyond what an ordinary innate expert could contend with.

On the 10th, Hu Kai arrived early at the production hotel and spent the morning talking with He Fang. Satisfied, He Fang signed the contract for the film with him.

"Dad, please don’t be so sad. If Big Sister knew you were suffering like this, she wouldn't be at peace," Song Niannian said, clinging to Song Jianghe’s arm with a sweet, obedient expression.

To Xia Yan’s regret, the group of four seemed to have incredible luck, as he hadn't managed to run into them once along the way.

In the entertainment industry, if two people don’t get along, they shouldn't have too much interaction. A polite nod, working together when opportunities arise, and putting on a fake, cordial act when forced to meet in certain settings—it was that simple.

Song Shengsheng held Yan Jinghua close, and even after so many kisses, her response remained incredibly clumsy.

Song Shengsheng’s due date had already arrived. Everything had been fine at the hospital as they planned for a natural birth, but today’s unexpected turn of events led the doctor to advise an immediate cesarean section.