Chapter 31: Wang's Funeral Home (5)

Once inside the elevator, silence fell between the two of them. Lu Jinzhao had nothing to say, while Xiao Ping was simply consumed by nervousness.

Every now and then, he would glance up at the lights, anxiously stare at the elevator floor indicator, and then look down at the gurney by his side, terrified that something might go wrong anywhere.

Fortunately, whether because the mission had just begun or because they had not yet violated any taboos, the elevator at least functioned without incident.

Having safely arrived on the ground floor—

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Let me treat you to dinner!" Liu Qing said, leading Zhao Yunshi as they prepared to leave.

Liu Qing instinctively caught the pill handed over by Chen Fengxue. Without guessing, he knew it was certainly nothing good; taking it might lead to unpredictable and severe consequences.

One had to know that only top-tier film and television companies would consider establishing a music department, and naturally, they allocated very few resources to it. As for second-tier production companies, apart from Tiancheng Entertainment, not a single one maintained a music division.

"Damn it! Where did this piece of trash come from, daring to ruin Brother Liu's business? I think you've got a death wish!" A young man pointed straight at my nose and cursed.

Now, fate had returned An Zhanqiao to him, allowing her to live in good health, enabling him to see her frequently, and even letting him catch a glimpse of her most beautiful smile just moments ago.

Luo Jianhao had already signaled his subordinates to call for reinforcements, so once the other party stopped speaking, he was quite content to let the standoff continue.

Amidst their chatter, the cab Xu Youzhi had summoned slowly pulled up beside them. With a soft scoff, she opened the door and shoved He Zhili inside first.

Therefore, even when demoted, Mo Fei was not in the least anxious. Instead, taking out his new ship, he diligently and earnestly carried out maritime patrols, hoping to catch a pirate ship or two to hone his skills.

Ever since she was five years old, making clothes for her own dolls in kindergarten, she had already resolved to become a famous designer and craft the world's most beautiful garments for the dolls she loved.

I walked along the dilapidated streets, through a world enveloped in darkness, where the distant, sporadic sounds of predators hunting could still be faintly heard.

Clearly, Ma Yong was still brooding over the fact that Ma Long had led Han Xu to cripple Yu Si and then gone on the run. Although he knew Ma Long's original intention was to protect their team, deep down he detested his younger brother getting mixed up in this underworld. Yet, it was too late for regrets now; he could only take it one step at a time and try his best to rein him out.

"Screw your mother, you forced my hand! I'll say it again, everyone sitting right here, none of this is over, none of you bitches are done for yet, you motherfucker!!" Ma Yong shouted excitedly, pointing directly at Yu Wu and the others as he unleashed a torrent of abuse.

The Firmament Division, composed of Firmament Battleships, airborne troops, and tail-arrow birds, was one of Arthur's trump cards. Both the construction plant for the Firmament Battleships and the garrison of the Firmament Division were located in a hidden valley deep within the Sunset Mountains, guarded by at least ten blue dragons in the surrounding area.

Besides, the success rate for treating this disease was extremely low. The matches they were introduced to either didn't care about having children—meaning their family background was surely poor—and even if they genuinely didn't mind the child, could the parents possibly not care?

Naturally, apart from his decisive and ruthless execution, the actions he took also laid a solid foundation for those who came after him.

Qin Yanran offered a textbook, graceful smile, her brows smoothing out entirely. There was a bright, resolute light in her eyes as she fixed her gaze on Su Lin, determined to follow him unflinchingly to the end without a single shred of regret.

Following a gunshot, both panes of glass on the wooden door were shattered on the spot, sending countless shards of glass and steel pellets flying in all directions.

In a fraction of a second, Yun Yiyi understood where the problem lay. It was the Wang and Yun families pulling strings behind the scenes; only they possessed the influence to enforce such a tight blockade.

The vanguard regiment's comrades arrived punctually at six, and after the necessary polite pleasantries, dinner commenced. As the meal drew to a close, the regimental commander produced the secret order from Sirtu's gift, authenticated it, and displayed it to his peers. To Yikazan's bewilderment, the group of officers showed no surprise, treating it as a matter of course, and immediately formed up to head straight for the garrison.