Chapter 063: Encounter with a Lecher

This alone was not enough to sway her—when Jun Ci first arrived, she had already endured a period of hardship. What else was there that she could not bear? Even if they managed to hire enough people, at most, they could attack his Wild Bear Stronghold, but they could not expect to always have someone on hand to protect them.

“It’s like this,” Fang Tianyou explained, “I developed amnesia a couple of years ago and don’t remember much about my background. Some people say I’m the abandoned child of a wealthy family, but I find that hard to believe. Could you help me investigate my place of origin and other personal information?” As he spoke, he handed over his identification card.

In truth, even offering a million felt like an astronomical amount to him. He only set such a price because the other party was a true martial artist who had cultivated inner strength—and on account of Zhang Guofeng’s recommendation.

A dull thud echoed out. Cracks began to spider across the heavy doors before him.

Not just on the platform but also along the nearby cliffs, there were clear marks from blades and swords. It occurred to Fang Tianyou that the iron cables must have been severed by these sharp weapons, causing them to dangle downward.

For every soldier, the special forces represented the most powerful force, the pinnacle of all military aspiration. Entering the special forces was the greatest dream of any ordinary soldier.

Yet now, Motou Luo felt no anger. Toward the one who had ruined his schemes, he found himself unable to muster any hatred.

No wonder Zhang Yanfang had chosen her as a successor. Judging by appearance alone, she surpassed even her master.

Under this surge of power, not only did the waves roll with fear, but even the welcoming party—those who had not yet been dealt with by Luo Yunyang—trembled uncontrollably.

In addition to the presiding judge, there were twenty other representatives of the judicial council present. They would serve as assessors during the trial.

Cai Qin selected a rather plump, middle-aged man with type A blood to stay behind and give blood to Uncle Jiu. The man didn’t object; after all, Uncle Jiu held a certain status in the village. According to Uncle Jiu, without him, there would be no Wind Ridge Village. Loyalty was their code, and betrayal among their own was never tolerated.

Zhao Shizi stuck close to people, so naturally his father could openly come along as well. Under the guise of supporting his son, he took every opportunity to shake hands or throw an arm around shoulders—such gestures were only too common.

We were less than two hundred meters from the grave. In the distance, I could make out a few sticks of incense and a brazier burning paper money in front of the tomb. What really caught the eye were the fruits and offerings set before the fire. I even wondered if I was seeing things—what a strange coincidence, to stumble upon food just as hunger struck.

I hesitated for a moment before accepting it, forcing a smile. “Thank you, Yu.” As I spoke, I began to peel the egg, glancing at Zhang Xinyu. “Yu, you’re the only boss left in our grade now. How do you feel about that?” The words tumbled out automatically, something I said without much thought.

Calm—utterly calm, as if the arrival of outsiders was of no consequence at all.

The moment that thing appeared, it opened its gaping maw. I staggered in fright, nearly sucked into the sea by the current. The seawater pulled with surprising force, so I dared not get too close. I stared down the sea monster for several seconds; it kept its jaws wide, not as if it wanted to eat me, but as if something was stuck inside its mouth.

By now, the research center was filled with many new faces they had not known before.

Susu stared coolly at the crystal doors before her. With heavy curtains drawn, it was impossible to see what lay beyond.

To harm the matron and plot against a titled lady of the court—Madam Tang held an official rank. Such crimes were not ones they could bear.

At this moment, Ye Yi had long since lost his former flair. Realizing the wolf demon’s intentions, he felt no sudden joy or epiphany—only a vacant gaze and a tone of utter despair.

“There is only one chance. I hope you seize it.” These words, too, were the last gift an elder sister could leave behind.

When the body was cremated, Xia Yuan felt as though his own heart had been sent into the flames, burning to ashes along with it.

Beyond the Masked Man’s relentless defense, whenever Wade tried to break through, the Pistons’ swift rotations on defense submerged him in a sea of resistance.

Xia Yuan and Xia Qi talked for a while before two black Mercedes finally pulled up outside. Xia Long, dressed in an overcoat and beaming with pride, strode indoors. Neither Xia Yuan nor Zhu Li rose to greet him. Xia Long figured that Xia Yuan was feeling down and his arrival would only add to the gloom and awkwardness.

With Weber holding up the defense, McGrady slipped past his man into the paint, skillfully steering clear of the Shark’s territory and sinking a mid-range jumper for two points.

“Madam Master?” Li Yanyang was briefly confused. He knew his apprentice was as mischievous as he was, but this message made him think of Lu Xi.

After a call with Li Zhiyan—who muttered impatiently, said, “Got it,” and hung up—he was left unsure whether to believe him or not.

Mu Qiu continued forward, and before long, a palace appeared in the distance. He approached with caution. Inside, many people had already gathered, each keeping their distance from the others—clearly all strangers, wary of one another.

“I…I was wrong.” His voice was barely audible, each word costing him a great deal of the inner energy that was keeping him alive. But the terror of death forced him to keep his gaze fixed on his cold-blooded father. He was gambling—gambling that as his only son, the one with a Thousand Buddha Fate, his father would not let him die so easily.