Chapter 113: Happy New Year
Frowning thoughtfully for a moment, Si Yao closed her eyes and comforted herself inwardly. The special favor Xing Jue had shown her in Haicheng—she had already repaid it in these past ten days. No matter what, she would return obediently to Qingcheng.
Si Yao went back to the hotel where she and Stephen had first stayed.
Stephen remained as enthusiastic as ever.
Si Yao, listless, asked, “How are the Xing family’s overseas assets doing?”
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Charlie cast a sweeping glance over everyone. “Quiet down!” His voice carried the weight of a saintly presence, and instantly, the crowd fell silent, all eyes turning to him.
The Fourth Prince’s eyes brightened. The Flame Phoenix was descended from the Fire Phoenix; how could it ever get drunk? That was a transformation process. The Fourth Prince envied it greatly.
Over the years, global automobile sales and the market had been steadily rising, with promising profit margins. Within the next fifteen years, the automobile sales industry was set to enjoy a golden period of growth. Originally, he had planned to start his own car company, but as Han’s Automobile Group expanded rapidly, he increasingly realized how difficult that would be.
Though scorned by the old man, Wang Yao was not angry upon hearing this. Instead, he smiled foolishly, his simple-mindedness a stark contrast to his usual calm and sharp demeanor.
The atmosphere once again fell into a dreadful silence, but this time it was not one of hostility—it was a silence born of fear. The invisible chill emanating from Huang Zhong caused even some recruits to tremble uncontrollably.
Her jet-black hair was swept up into a slanted bun, giving her a playful look. The once pristine silk blouse appeared somewhat dull against her pale skin.
In the end, the King of Yan hesitated as well. On one hand, he worried that extending the front line too far might be unwise; on the other hand, he genuinely wished to capture Hanoi. Securing it would give the Yan army a strategic advantage.
The moment Cao Cao suddenly drew his crimson greatsword and shattered the conference table, heroes on both sides leapt back simultaneously. While avoiding the shockwave, they swiftly drew their weapons.
After all, the Sword of Slaughter that had come to this other world along with the Sword of Exorcism had been here for decades—decades during which it had never been subdued by the strongest warriors of this realm. Those top fighters were the very ones who had once battled Lin Feng’s father, Lin Jingtian! Only there were not many left.
“It’s me!” A bad premonition stirred within me. Da Wei’s question clearly meant someone had tampered with my phone last night.
As for Da Wei and his group, after losing the last fight, they kept a low profile. I instructed them to quietly regroup, which they did. Even when clashes with Da Kai occurred, they held back and didn’t act rashly.
Meanwhile, Lan Jing’er was being watched intently by Ling Li, who looked on with some puzzlement. Due to the angle, Lan Jing’er couldn’t see Ling Li casting spells down below; she only sensed faint flickers of light.
“I’m here, aren’t I? I was just subduing a malevolent spirit—I honestly didn’t know how to react, so I forgot I was still live-streaming.” That was the truth, though it made me feel a little embarrassed.
“Wow, is that a lion?” The handsome man beside me set down his suitcase, staring in astonishment at the brown Tibetan mastiff.
She was Theo’s newlywed wife—married to him for only a year and a half and had spent just five days with Van Gogh.
Lin Ming, observing Ye Yi’s expression, roughly understood her thoughts. After all, Ye Yi had known Lin Ming for a long time, and though she never explicitly said what was on her mind, Lin Ming could guess quite a bit.
An immense force suddenly pulled the rhinoceros monster’s body into the black hole, where it was shredded into fragments by countless wind blades swirling inside.
Seeing the panda monster chuckle, Ji Changfeng felt a slight worry for Guo Jia—he wondered how the panda would tease him next.