Volume 1, Chapter 37: Do You Know He Uses Drugs?

Having said this, Ling Zhao ignored Xie Changkun and walked straight up to Ye Lin. Everyone’s gaze had been fixed on this young man, so he must be the target.

"Are you Ye Lin?"

"Yes, I am Ye Lin, an officer from the Baiyun Police Station."

"I am Ling Zhao from the Xishan District Police Bureau’s Internal Affairs Division. These are my colleagues, Shen Tianhua and Yao Guoliang," Ling Zhao said, introducing himself with a formal, by-the-book demeanor. "We have received a report regarding some issues during yesterday's arrest. We need you to come back with us to assist in our investigation. Please cooperate."

Ye Lin was confused. What could possibly be wrong with arresting Brother Yong and his crew last night? He asked...

Although Zhu Yingying tried to dissuade her, she couldn't help but take a sip herself, grinning after she finished.

Later, a busybody once asked the emperor, who had regained his power, why he had pretended to be so foolish at the time.

Although her experience told her it was almost certainly true, she could not say so with such certainty.

Old drunkard Lei Dongtian sighed, took a deep swig of wine, and his weary eyes filled with complex emotions. He was truly torn!

"He treated you like this, and you’re still speaking up for him?" Yun Chang shouted at Diao Chan in anger. Not knowing the truth, he simply couldn't understand why she would do this.

"Hoo hoo, roar!" Seeing Brock and Bailey Idan on the other cruise ship, the large chimpanzee immediately recalled bad memories. He had been nearly killed by Roman Reigns, and he possessed an instinctive hostility toward foreigners.

"Hahaha, I didn't feel anything until you mentioned it. Now that you say it, I realize those South Korean experts really have a sense of humor when it comes to naming things," Song Niucha laughed along, realizing Yingjun wasn't mocking him.

Steward Lu shook his head and then suddenly laughed. At this moment, he was actually able to laugh out loud! Of course he could; he was roaring with laughter, the sorrow from just moments ago completely vanished, replaced by an indescribable excitement.

Such was the nature of Meng Sanxing, the King of Thieves. If the cannibal monk Master Shichi used his cruel methods on the old drunkard Lei Dongtian while forcing Meng Sanxing to watch, how could the King of Thieves bear to see his friend suffer? That was why Meng Sanxing would absolutely talk!

"For our current levels, this is indeed a good place to level up," Su Hao nodded and said.

"What other guilds do is none of our business. We have our own things to do now. Follow me," Black Spade gestured for them to follow.

Under the cover of night, the Japanese warships continued to approach, constantly flashing their lights—a signal for contact. Unfortunately, the pier remained completely unresponsive.

The dragon-scaled python, already severely wounded and on the verge of death, had no strength left to resist.

"It doesn't matter. At worst, we just start over. As long as we are united and work together, we can definitely catch up to the other major guilds," a regular member said with a bitter smile.

"Get out here!" Tang Chen watched the dark world before him quietly. His vigilance was at its peak, yet he felt not a shred of fear.

Even with a director of Li Ang's caliber watching, many shots in the film still required adjustments. A take might look fine at the time, but after some time passed, one would suddenly feel it could be better... This situation occurred frequently on film crews aiming for the Oscars.

Tang Chen was puzzled. Even seeing these corpse-ghouls retreat brought him no excitement; instead, he felt as though something truly terrifying was about to happen.

In truth, Lin Feng didn't need Black Crane’s warning; he had already seen a red shadow rushing toward him from his left, bypassing the range covered by the earthen cauldron.

After the local militia was formed, they cleared the surrounding area thoroughly. Several famous local bandits were wiped out, and the situation around Miao Family Village was settled once and for all.

The company had to be sold, but who it was sold to was a matter of strategy. The primary goal, of course, was to fetch a good price.

However, the most important thing was that Young Master Bao had been snatched away by Wei Rong, and the child’s existence was the soft spot in Lin Mansheng's life.

Her heart skipped a beat as she tried to recall the moment. When exactly did Cao Yimo’s expression change? Right, it was when her mother-in-law took that phone call from her father-in-law. Could it be that Cao Yimo really had fallen for her father-in-law?

Ling Luoqi was almost amused by him. It was only then that she took a proper look at Zuo Ling. He was dressed entirely in white—casual yet not frivolous—with an elegant and refined temperament, though his eyes held a hint of unfathomable roguishness. His appearance was the most striking among the four; when he wasn't speaking, he looked almost ethereal.

He picked up his water glass and took a light sip, his lips curling upward involuntarily. But in the next second, they drooped again. Why couldn't he understand himself? Was he jealous? Jealous of Cao Ruoxi and Ling Yuhang? How was that possible?

"Father, is status really more important than happiness? Besides, does our Xiao Prince's Mansion truly care only about pedigree? Wouldn't that be too superficial?" Nian Cang retorted.

Seeing the men with strange looks passing by, his bright features were suddenly veiled in frost, and he cast a chilling, warning glare in their direction.

"Oh no, I'm still one waist tag short of meeting this month's quota. What should I do?" A delicate voice reached Bai Lan'er’s ears.

"It's okay, you're doing this for my own good." Love runs deep, and so does the reprimand; only those who truly care about you would act this way. Qi Chisu understood.

If not for the sake of obtaining the exchange student qualification to South Korea for the next semester, Chen Chuliang would have been perfectly content with a passing grade of sixty.

The four of them nodded in unison and efficiently handed over the physical fitness registration forms for their twelve classes.

Qing'er turned to say something upon hearing this, but the door to the room had already closed.

"First, I must see my parents appear before me safe and sound before dawn," Shen Yi said, raising a finger with a solemn tone.

"Don't worry too much. Maybe he'll wake up in a few days," Nezha said softly behind Daji. Although he himself didn't believe someone who had been in a coma for over a month would wake up, it was good to have a glimmer of hope at a time like this.

"You are the first to force me to take human form, and you will be the last," the Sword-Ling Red Tiger stared coldly at Hua Mulan and said in a chilling voice.

If a young master from the Deng family, with his official background, wanted to drive that young man to his doom...

Sitting on a stone in the center was a dwarf with a wrinkled face. His beard was completely white but still thick, held in place by three gold rings, yet he was bald, his head reflecting the red glow of the lava.

"You... are you asking me?" Guo Jianxiong swallowed in astonishment and pointed at himself.

"Hahaha, it really is so!" Seeing the clear marks eroded into the crystal wall near the sixth-level spirit vein, Xian Cun couldn't help but roar with laughter.

Meanwhile, a large number of spirit beasts kept appearing in every corner of the Blood Blade Sect. However, they vanished instantly each time, only reappearing to investigate carefully if they sensed there was no danger outside.

"Vice Supervisor Yuan! Do you really intend to do this?" a man dressed in Later Jin attire said resentfully.