Chapter 38: May Heaven Strike Me Down If I Lie to You If I deceive you, may heaven strike me down with thunder.

Faced with the obstruction of two strangers, Cao Mang wasted no words and launched a direct attack. He pressed his hands against the sides of their heads, forcing them together with a violent collision. Before the unconscious pair could collapse to the floor, he grabbed their clothes, hoisted them up, and entered the elevator, heading straight for the top floor.

Su Meiqi was in the hall, making a phone call. Her hair was disheveled, her face bruised and swollen; gone was her usual seductive charm. When she saw Cao Mang throw the two men at her feet, she was startled.

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Chen Jifan looked at Gou Sheng with a somewhat triumphant smile. She knew the captain's excessive enthusiasm stemmed from her restored beauty. "Then I'll trouble you, Captain!" She did not refuse.

Qin Yun turned back to glance at her. "This!" Now he understood why Chu Xiong had released him at the time, but whatever he said now was already too late. He sighed, lowered his head in defeat, and followed them out.

"Thud." The sound rang out just as Xu De had expected, but it was blocked by someone—an old servant from the Wan family estate. No one knew how he managed to take those few steps to stand behind Wan Kefah.

Time ticked by, but Master Yuan still couldn't gather a water ball. The fish-shaped Long Aotian was in despair; the water grew hotter, and he was gradually losing strength.

As Chu Qinghan spoke, a trace of melancholy appeared between her brows. Ye Jinmu noticed this expression and felt a slight surprise—could it be that Chu Qinghan, like herself, knew about the origins of the Chu family?

"Didn't the Xu family catch the Qiongqi?" the fat monk asked in confusion. He had drawn eight nets of heavenly law, yet still couldn't trap a single Qiongqi?

Wang Ping gripped the Dawn tightly in his hand, watching vigilantly as Yue Qingya stood nearby, consumed entirely by hatred.

When the black market was set to open, partner merchants were notified half a day in advance. Some with connections could learn the news one or two days earlier. Bob found out through an old friend that the black market wouldn't open soon, which brought him joy for an entire night.

In November, the city of Purple Bamboo was as warm—even hot—as the Central Plains in July or August. The hurried pedestrians seemed infected by the strange weather, oblivious to the fact that it was time to head home, lingering in the charms of the city, unwilling to move on.

Her father was not someone easily fooled. If she still sought to escape the marriage he had arranged, she would have to adapt to all the intimate antics of the man before her, Chen Xuan.

Because I’m competing this time, they won’t give me any anesthetic. After all, if I take that stuff, it’ll affect my performance.

Han Yue looked at him in surprise. Attack and defend? Could it be that after gaining power, he would launch wars against surrounding countries?

Song Zhiyong took a deep breath, prepared for complete disclosure, looking at Jin Yexuan and Song Mingyi. But just as he was about to explain, Jin Haidi, who had remained silent all along, answered Jin Yexuan’s question for him.

The group arrived outside the council hall, where three wise men were already waiting. Seeing Han Yue approach, they hurried forward.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiquan frowned imperceptibly. The words were correct, but Yixi clearly had something to say to her. Yet between them, there had always been no intersection—what could they possibly talk about?

Andy called Wang Bochuan, simply because she always finished what she started, never abandoning even her obligations halfway.

Now, six years separated them. Their best years had been spent moving in opposite directions, only to discover they had become so unfamiliar and distant.

Suddenly, I remembered the day of my birthday—Du Fanchuan and Yi Huayang tangled passionately on my bedroom’s large bed. They seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. Though I knew Yi Huayang was not inexperienced, the look of satisfaction on her face—like an addict after a fix—was unmistakably genuine.