Chapter 104: Not Necessarily a Good Thing — Requesting Diamond Votes

Chu Thirteen wanted to ask why he would deliberately befriend a girl he didn’t know, but the words caught in his throat. He recalled his father’s advice: a man should meddle as little as possible in such matters, just do what he’s told.

“All right, I’ll go over first thing tomorrow morning. It’s late now, get some rest,” he said, scooting closer to him.

Cao Mang laughed in disbelief, “Are you trying to…”

Han Xing entered Lei Qing’s office—though it was more of a combined office and bedroom. Lei Qing was bedridden at the moment, tended to by her close friend Chen Ping.

Han spoke to Zhang Chenggang, “No matter what, we must break through now. You lead the villagers in a charge out, and our guard battalion will provide cover. If that doesn’t work—” Han suddenly doubted his own plan; with the abilities of Zhangjialou’s militia, how could they possibly break through?

What Han Xing truly realized was that his Southern Expeditionary Army lacked standing within the Nationalist forces.

“Fool!” Xie Feng cursed sharply. A sniper’s role was not to hunt such ordinary targets.

But this time, they had planned well beforehand. Now that Song Xiaotian was actually Bright, and the real Bright was dead, Zhang Tianqiao, held captive here, was at least temporarily safe.

In Eden’s law, the strong ruled supreme; the weak’s fate was of no concern to anyone. That was why Ye Ya remained so calm.

It was laughable—two such ancestors, neither could be tolerated, and anyone who married either of them would surely not survive long.

There were still many matters to attend to. Jiang Lin didn’t want to waste time on meaningless flattery. After a brief word, he bid farewell to the heads of the secretive families and prepared to focus on his own affairs.

Having finished preparing, Chen Junde stood in the courtyard waiting for Feng Tianyu. Feng was excellent in every way but terribly procrastinated and had no sense of punctuality. Chen had waited so long that flowers had withered, yet Feng had still not appeared.

“Uncle Tian, Uncle Tian?” he called again, but only the sound of water rippling responded.

To Huang Yan, a tiger was nothing. But what if it was the white-eyed, white-foreheaded tiger from yesterday?

“Ax, who pushed medicine to its ultimate limit, ultimately created the elixir of death and resurrection,” Da Vinci explained.

Countless large cauldrons were propped high above roaring fires. The army cooks chopped open sacks of grain, pouring them directly into the pots, then hewed hundreds of pounds of marching meat into the mix. Large ladles stirred the bubbling stew, filling the air with the rich aroma of meat.

That damned system appeared just when needed most, yet it was precisely its reminders that forced Li Huamu to confront the truth of his own ill fortune.

It was clear that first, the chaotic one had to be pacified. As one of the few who could be called a friend, it was unacceptable to leave things unresolved.

But it didn’t matter at all—if things turned sour, he could always escape using teleportation magic. Other than that, short-distance portals were no problem, and that was the one convenience mages enjoyed.

A week later, on Dao Department Street in southern Nanjing, the Central People’s Investigation Division headquarters buzzed with activity. Staff came and went, busy sorting through political prisoners since the Xi’an Incident had been peacefully resolved.

Setting aside everything else, someone like Elder Qiu, a venerable master of alchemy with centuries of experience, possessed a few hidden skills. If he truly wished to help, he could easily produce some secret techniques to boost Chen Yuan’s reputation, allowing Chen to effortlessly earn an excellent evaluation.

I inquired in White Oak Town, and it seemed the blacksmiths of that other world had never heard of quenching or similar techniques.

Guan Chuqi pressed her face against Lele’s, mother and child sharing warmth, a scene so beautiful it stirred the heart.