Volume One, Chapter 54: Returning to the Splendid Homeland, It Truly Still Remains

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Outside the window, in the distance stood the branch office building, with a large open space in the middle, dotted with flowers and greenery. The infrastructure of a higher-level government agency was considerably better; the police station simply couldn’t compare.

“Ye Lin, you really are impressive—thinking that he would sneak in quietly like that and make a move. Even the captain didn’t anticipate it,” Sun Jinghua said admiringly as he applied a layer of facial cleanser.

“I was just guessing blindly. Maybe because I lack experience, my thoughts were too simple,” Ye Lin explained. Sometimes, those involved are the most confused.

“That’s not quite right. It’s not that we didn’t think of it; you have a certain insight. The captain said that for criminal investigators, sometimes…”

“Hanxi, thank you for treating Wan’er and me as friends. We all know your status was originally very noble, yet you treated us, who serve as mere maids, with sincere loyalty. Truly, thank you!” Fang Ling’er’s eyes welled with tears, her emotions heartfelt, and this touching scene made Lin Hanxi’s eyes moisten as well.

“Everyone, return for now! Prepare your teams carefully before coming back,” Jiang Yi said with a faint smile, full of playful meaning.

“What’s wrong?” Mu Ximei asked quietly from inside the carriage, not stepping out.

“Hehe, no way, Niuniu. When you say that, I feel like I’m spoiling you,” Li Daniu replied with a broad grin.

Lin Hanxi lay alone on the soft couch to cool off, a gentle evening breeze wafting through the window, bringing a sudden sense of comfort to her restless heart.

But now many reporters themselves had become crude oil bulls; they couldn’t help but pay attention.

“Madam, the estate owner said this must be handed to you,” Zhao Yang said, offering the box in his hands.

After leaving the palace, Xiao Youfu went straight to the entrances of various government offices, showing them Afeng’s portrait and asking them to send capable and trustworthy people to search all over the capital. Although it might be futile, perhaps it could uncover some clues.

Today, both imperial and renowned city doctors were summoned for diagnosis, a mere show of force. Only by building enough momentum could they force Gongsun Jing to appear; after all, Leng Wuchen was uncertain whether such an eccentric famed doctor would act rashly and come to the Prince of Zhenning’s mansion.

Luo Xi posted a recruitment notice, leaving everyone puzzled. She didn’t specify what kind or how many people she wanted, only stating she was hiring—talented individuals who understood innovation could come forward.

As his body began to fall, Lin Shixiong was horrified to see two colossal beasts bursting from the ground, charging toward them.

If the day came when it was necessary to leave the Ren family to protect themselves, the father, as the head of the household, would certainly have to shoulder his responsibility.

Even the relentless day-and-night refining of healing pills required several dozen days to earn such money. Yet refining this potential pill, Ye Ming reckoned, would take at most a day and a half. The gap was enormous.

Sealing a small amount of metal capable of transmitting chakra, Ye Chuixue also symbolically took some supplies. After thoroughly checking to ensure no traces were left behind, she quietly left the Mist Ninja team and returned to the Leaf team, about two or three kilometers away.

The suddenly appearing Ghost faction, relying on their numerical superiority of four to one, intended to seize forcibly.

Before Chu Xiong could stop her, the young girl angrily rushed out. It was hard to believe that gentle and mild Qinghe could also have such a side.

Afterward, the former held the glowing stone, alert in mind, gripping the Starfall Sword, stepping carefully into the cave entrance.

During this period, due to the outbreak of war in Chaisang, the River God Temple was closed, its surroundings cold and desolate, with no visitors for worship. At night, Liu Jing led a group of elite soldiers to infiltrate the temple, knocking the temple caretaker unconscious and surrounding the statue of the River God.

The school building appeared genuinely antique outside, and inside it was no more modern. Apart from some essential office equipment like air conditioning, computers, and printers, the desks and chairs were also of an old style.

Watching silently from the side, Aunt Zhou glanced out the window. Sister Niu’s loud voice had already attracted many people outside, peering curiously.

Yet in her heart, there was some reluctance. Nowadays, just having genuine wild ginseng for sale was a blessing—who cared about its worth?

At four in the afternoon, Gu Bei was wheeled out of the operating room. The doctor said there were no major issues, but whether the mobility of his left leg would be affected depended on future recovery. Since he had been under general anesthesia, he was still semi-conscious and needed care.

Along the way, Dimos twisted his shifty-looking face, glancing around nervously. Locke began to suspect he might have misjudged its temperament before.

The camera flickered to Li Daming. The studio must have been hot; while other audience members dressed lightly, he wore a thick Zhongshan suit and a cap with a particularly conspicuous antenna, much like a Teletubby.

Zhang Liang and Wu Tian were equals. As long as Zhang Liang avoided direct combat, Wu Tian had no way to gain the upper hand. Now, seeing Zhang Liang’s flight faltering, Wu Tian pressed harder, and Zhang Liang seemed to have made a wrong turn, diagonally charging toward Wu Tian.

Two unmanned light electronic warfare vehicles escorted from front and back, with an armed helicopter patrolling overhead.

Lin Wei waved his hand; a streak of light enveloped the twelve Blood Teeth, and together they flew toward the center of the Starlink Continent.

Director Mu Qianqiu swiftly caught up with Mu Jin. Although Mu Jin’s cultivation was higher, her speed was slower. When Mu Qianqiu reached her, his face was full of anger.

What? Suddenly elevating cultivation to True Divine Sovereign Level 8 through secret arts? What now? Yang Yurong worried secretly in the audience. Not to mention Li Yu, even she herself couldn’t last three moves against a True Divine Sovereign Level 8.

Inside the ruins, sensing the powerful reinforcements of Barrion’s opponents, Nista persuaded Lin Wei to leave together. Lin Wei hesitated briefly but agreed to follow Nista out.

After all, from any perspective, causing chaos alongside Ye Mingchu was a waste of time.