Chapter 61: Arrangements

In the workplace, Chu Yang showed the utmost respect to President Yang and was always responsive to his every request. Toward his subordinates, he maintained a strict yet measured discipline accompanied by supreme care, which won him the respect of all. In terms of his personal style, he did his best to portray an upright gentleman with a hint of roguish charm; he could chat idly with anyone about anything and chime in with a remark or two on any topic.

The greatest benefit of having money is the ability to purchase other people's time, "outsourcing" all trivial and unimportant matters in life so that one can concentrate all energy on their primary career.

"You go on ahead, I'll look for a ride in a moment." As soon as Xu Yi finished speaking, he received a blank stare from Wang Ning.

A massive glass display case stood in the center of the store, inside of which golden eggtarts and macarons possessed an extreme visual impact. The aroma of the bread seemed to carry a soul-captivating magic, making anyone who smelled it yearn for a taste.

Heh, Chu Yang was utterly numb. Does that mean even if following the regulations carried immense risk and would result in deaths, they still had to be followed? And once followed according to the rules, any deaths that occurred would have nothing to do with oneself?

He might incur hostility from some, but the surge in exposure and traffic, coupled with the title of "the only fairy's boyfriend," might just allow him to secure quite a few resources.

The "welcome banquet" ultimately broke up on an unpleasant note, yet Old Jia still maintained his graceful demeanor by personally seeing Wei Yang off to the entrance of the restaurant.

Dieye was already fast asleep by this time. Listening to her gentle, soft breathing, Wanrun suddenly felt that even if she were to spend her entire life in this cold palace, she would still be willing.

Having accepted Hua Xiyan's heavy gift and failing to refuse her parting entrustment, she suddenly felt a heavy burden pressing down upon her shoulders.

A bump on the road caused Mo Jinzhou to develop a high fever. Although the military physician forced numerous herbal decoctions down his throat, Mo Jinzhou showed not the slightest sign of improvement.

The secret passage was just as she had seen in her previous life: gloomy, narrow, and built closely along the contours of the wall so that it would not be easily discovered.

The vicinity of Mount Huanglong returned to tranquility once more, leaving behind only the boundless green mist that hung silently and securely in place.

Unhesitatingly cursing them as eunuchs regardless of the occasion, he completely disregarded Wang Xi even though the latter was an attendant from the emperor's inner court.

Yin Xiyue knew she was actually feeling anxious, worrying that she might not sing well or that situations like going off-key might occur.

"Could it be that Second Aunt feels I shouldn't even choose my own female cook?" Jiang Yu retorted coldly and indifferently.

Yin Xiyue rubbed against his shoulder, feeling as though she was developing a habit; whenever she had the opportunity to sit beside him, she grew very fond of leaning against him.

Without being greedy, Chen Long suppressed his craving and yearning for that profound knowledge and made a decisive choice, communicating with the wooden cabin in his mind to initiate the teleportation.

A medium-sized room cost five magic stones a month and was engraved with a wizard array that could increase meditation speed, while everything else was identical to an ordinary room.

Pain praised admiringly, thinking that if Zabuza could remain undefeated against these sixteen ninjas, he would recruit him.

This jutsu used all of the caster's own chakra as a medium to impart their life force to the dead. It could be used on either the living or the dead; if used on the dead, the caster's chakra would transform into the deceased's soul until the caster died.

"How is it that you suddenly returned to the country this time?" Zhang Jialiang asked. Facing the slightly naive person before him, Zhang Jialiang prepared to draw out everything the other knew piece by piece.

However, the people coming to pay visits varied greatly. For instance, sitting right before him at this moment was someone both unexpected and entirely reasonable: Geyu's father, Ge Han.

With Luo Tianhuan's twenty-six consecutive combo strikes landing, that pitiful zombie was directly dismembered in mid-air by him. Yet for Luo Tianhuan, using the Sky-Shattering Flowing Light Slash on ordinary zombies was akin to using a cannon to swat a mosquito; not only did it consume one hundred points of his stamina, but it also came with a five-minute cooldown.

Hearing these words, cold sweat began to stream profusely down Leng Yuansheng's face. The sweat trickled into the corners of his eyes, and its salinity stung so sharply that he could not keep his eyes open, forcing him to pull out tissue paper to wipe it away.

Everything that Zhao Xinglu had tried so hard to conceal was ultimately exposed piece by piece through the continuous revelations made by these people.

If these people were to join the Dingtian Club, he would undoubtedly treat them generously, but if they joined other factions, they might well become a threat to the Dingtian Club.

The identity of every high-ranking member of the Valkyrie Laboratory was exceptionally mysterious; ordinary people might not even catch a glimpse of one in a lifetime, yet Luo Tianhuan had just encountered one.

After reporting on his work at the Provincial Party Committee and returning to Huanghai, Zhang Jialiang immediately summoned Li Wei.

Old Madam Ye could not react for a moment. Judging by this array, the identities of the people who kidnapped her must be extraordinary; otherwise, it would have been impossible to pull this off so seamlessly, let alone utter such arrogant threats about throwing her into a shark tank.

"I am asking you, right now, to go and see if Lu Yao has woken up." It turned out to be Duke's voice, suppressing a tremendous surge of anger.

With long gauze trailing on the ground and a slow, serpentine gait, Shu Fu arrived at the center of the plaza, clad in a water-blue silk gossamer that draped gracefully, fluttering in the wind and wrapping tightly around her delicate, graceful figure. She radiated a dangerous, icy, yet mesmerizingly alluring beauty that made it impossible to look away.

Seated upon the imperial carriage, intense heat radiated from the mustard seed bag in her hand—the energy contained within the burning star was virtually incalculable. The instinct of the Heaven-Swallowing tier was to devour spatial energy, and with the fireball of the Great Conflagration resting inside the mustard seed bag, Zhuang Wanggu's physical body continuously absorbed the energy.

Yet yesterday, just a fleeting glimpse had terrified her, and today this man's presence was so overwhelming. Although Sun Mo kept her eyes fixed on Nan Shu drinking tea, the man's sheer presence was so oppressive that it caused cold sweat to break out all over her.

Zhao Zhengce proceeded to go to Huang Tiexin's office instead. In Zhao Zhengce's memory, this seemed to be the first time he had ever stepped into the executive vice mayor's office of Huang Tiexin.