Chapter 82: Heroes Are Forged in Turbulent Times
Cao Mang looked at Qiu Yumeng, who held a folding sickle in her left hand; without hesitation, she swung the blade at Qiu Tianyi’s neck. In Ye Xingmei’s hand, the claw blade darted straight for Xiao Se’s throat.
Blood spurted from Qiu Tianyi’s neck as his eyes widened in bewilderment. Seeing that it was his second sister, Qiu Yumeng, who struck him, he could hardly believe his eyes. He clutched his neck, trying to speak, but no words came out.
So it wasn’t Zhang Xian’s doing after all. That made sense—he wasn’t about to die, so why had everyone been so unsettled?
Zhu Chenhuan glanced back at Mistress Xiao San. Her face had returned to its usual gentle smile; when Zhu Chenhuan looked her way, she merely extended her crimson tongue to lick her already blood-red lips, exuding an alluring and strangely seductive charm.
He resented the Buddha of the Western Paradise. If not for the Buddha, he wouldn’t have been imprisoned beneath Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years. He also blamed the Heavenly Court; their disregard for him had led to the havoc he later wreaked in Heaven, not to mention the daily swallowing of molten iron and steel pellets.
Dr. Connors nodded, knowing full well how painfully slow the current progress of the experiment was. Had they not needed vast amounts of data for simulation and calibration, the two would never have used such an excruciatingly clumsy method to obtain experimental results.
Once he confirmed there was no hope of rescue, the last shred of Red Kite’s reason vanished.
Why did he take this risk? Why choose to cross worlds? Besides the chance to change his fate, he yearned to witness a grand, magnificent world—to compete with those so-called children of destiny, with imperial scions, to see whether he could finally rise or be suppressed yet again.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Previously, there had been guesses—however accurate or not, guesses are still guesses; facts are more valuable. Yet, after learning the truth, everyone felt somewhat unsettled.
But, knowing the chairman’s character, this way the Eighth Route Army could gain an extra major general’s rank, and it wouldn’t even require adding a new position.
At the Black City gates, Zhu Chenhuan listened to Mistress Xiao San’s explanation. After seeing the burning gaze in the scarred man’s eyes, he felt as if his worldview had been struck by lightning; when had he, in the eyes of others, become a prized commodity relying on his looks to survive?
I drove, and midway the hospital ambulance arrived. I hurried the medical staff to transfer Ouyang Zhi onto the ambulance to stop the bleeding. I had one medic drive Ouyang Zhi’s car to the hospital, while I rode along in the ambulance, caring for him.
After hanging up, I pondered his words—no matter how I turned them over, I couldn’t make sense of what he meant. Could Han Qingzhi be trying to use Yan Ruyu to provoke me? Did he want to vent his resentment toward Duan Qinghu onto Yan Ruyu?
Gu Chenshui checked Qu Wan Yi thoroughly, gave her some medicine to heal wounds and stop bleeding, and, once he confirmed she hadn’t suffered any lasting harm, the chill in him eased slightly. Yet, seeing her nose collapsed on her face like a lump of mud, a cold glint flashed again in his eyes.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a lethal poison needle, but her whole body was limp and powerless; she couldn’t use her martial or sword skills. As for her movement technique, that was out of the question.
Second Uncle arranged for Brother Yu to be ready tomorrow afternoon; he would personally come to settle accounts, and some clients would be present to make it more convincing.
“Eat your grandma’s leg! You’re looking for trouble!” A burly man behind Lord Hou San shouted, as if he had swallowed gunpowder.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a spacious hospital room. If I hadn't seen the hospital’s name embroidered on my white blanket or the patient-friendly reminders on the walls, I would never have thought I was in a hospital.