Chapter 67: You Really Are a Beast

“Bang!”
A heavy gunshot rang out, striking the woman at the front. Her body was hurled violently into her companion behind her.
Yet she did not die; instead, a guttural, inhuman roar escaped her lips, and her eyes turned blood-red.
“Bang… bang… bang…”
This time, the way of dealing with a rival was far superior to before. Watching Justin's frantic frustration was infinitely more satisfying than simply punching him.
Su’er seized the opportunity and lunged forward, her twin swords slashing left and right at Luo Xiang’s waist.
“The agreement hasn’t been reached, so no one in the joint fleet can enter the safe zone. Everyone communicates only by telegram. The fleet shares a single frequency; whatever is sent to one country, the others can see it too.”
As for the Clairvoyance Talisman—though its name is an exaggeration, allowing sight for only ten miles, and costing a thousand merit points—it would be wasted on peeping at the neighbor lady’s bath. But for reconnaissance in battle, it is nothing short of a divine tool.
Thus, in the training camp, every player put forth their utmost effort, hoping to impress those hidden eyes watching from the shadows.
Lin Mu reached out to catch it, glancing at Huo Siyan. The girl was visibly nervous now, her grip on the bath towel tightening involuntarily.
Especially in the brothels and pleasure houses, lights blazed brightly, red lanterns hung high and proud, the entrances were bustling, warm carriages and horses crowded the gates.
Could all of this be but a trap set by the emperor? A scheme to ruin the marriage alliance between the Fu and Wu families?
After disembarking, she noticed the torn corner of Qing Mo’s robe and pant leg, and furiously picked up a stone and hurled it at a monkey.
“How many of you here still remember?” The President’s gaze locked onto Wang Mani of District Forty-Seven. Under the President’s scrutiny, Wang Mani’s expression flickered, eyes darting away.
In his view, although the misunderstanding lay with the other party, it was precisely because he, Wang Rou, lacked the strength for a decisive fight. At the very least, he wished to help this martial arts school through its current crisis.
Behind him stood a serpent-like monster that made Liu Sanqian uncomfortable. Its gait was exaggerated, its body unnervingly supple, drifting with each step. Though broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, its movements undulated like rippling waves, its posture uncannily serpentine.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the demon Sayeh recalled two of his subordinates, and Murey in the hospital summoned his own “death warriors.” As for Atan, his face swollen with a huge welt, he still appeared to be in fighting shape.
“Go back?” Feng Jiujie, having just enjoyed two days of wild freedom, was reluctant to return so soon. However, since the words came from her most respected senior brother, she could only nod despite her unwillingness.
Zheng Ming’s suppressed, indifferent voice echoed through the room; even the persistent questioner seemed to pause momentarily.
Spectators were incredibly curious about how the fat man managed to climb the tree, but as the first battle in the arena, everyone awaited the next move with anticipation.
Now, back in Dragon City, returned to the place of his birth, breathing in the familiar haze-laden air, a happiness limited to thirty years of life welled up within him.
Tang Shan regarded this worthy opponent in silence for a moment, then stepped forward, picked up the two broken halves of the sword, and handed them to Yu Nian, murmuring, “Sorry.”
Zhang Wei clutched the Fire Talisman, and instantly, radiant light burst forth. A bamboo worm, its body shimmering with golden flames and covered in dragon patterns, sprang into existence and stood firm in its place.
Shen Fengling scratched his neck again, bowing his head, lost once more in memories of bitter love.