Chapter 35: No Such Grand Ambition

The limestone content is indeed substantial. Before the apocalypse, it would hardly have been worth the cost of extraction, but now, it is perfectly suited for building the village walls. The only issue is that the stone is quite brittle; a light hammer blow can shatter it completely. It would be ideal if there were some way to strengthen it. Oh, right. Doesn't Fan Zhenzhen have a system? I'll ask her to look into it when I get back; she might just have a recipe for it.

"Little Yu, you stay there."

With a clever man like Hou Bao around, Lu Nan is spared from worrying about many things. By establishing a trading company, Lu Nan can maintain a flexible auxiliary force. After all, regardless of how arduous the past year has been, as long as one survives the current year, a new year dawns, bringing with it new hope.

The Prince shook his head and said, "No. Once that mastermind realizes I have brought reinforcements, he will certainly refuse to show himself. In any case, you three brothers will be stationed here; should anything happen, I have my own secret signals for you." Without another word, he strode across the street.

At that moment, a piercing siren wailed from the street corner, followed by the sound of police cars racing by.

How could Grandmother suddenly transform into the likeness of Guan Gong during the duel? What is her—or his—true gender?

In an instant, countless people roared simultaneously, and they had long since moved; a sea of figures surged toward the two people on the arena stage.

Ever since he had severed the man's finger at his home, the fellow had kept himself well-hidden. Even with the police resources at his disposal, it was not easy for Lin Tiansheng to track him down. In other words, Lin Tiansheng was essentially in a position where the enemy remained in the shadows while he stood in the light.

With a chilling, confident laugh, the Divine Traveler finally plummeted into the snowy abyss, vanishing in an instant into its boundless darkness.

"I am here!" Liang Feng nearly stood on his tiptoes to raise his hand in response, hurriedly stepping out of line to stand before the throne.

As soon as Li Yu finished speaking, the eight hundred Huben warriors tightened their grip on their long spears, a battle intent like never before erupting in their eyes. The Hu slaves standing there remained expressionless, as if nothing concerned them; perhaps they had long since regarded their own lives as nothing.

This was the first preparatory meeting. After everyone exchanged their views, Li Zhan delivered a brief, summarizing statement.

"Wait for me, I'll be there soon. Keep him occupied, but don't say anything too provocative—avoid getting beaten again. Wait for me to arrive before doing anything else," Chu Yunming said into the phone.

Puppet Granny was performing her morning prayers in the Wa Palace. Seeing Long Han and Linglong arrive with the child, and observing Linglong’s constant yawning, she could not help but raise her eyebrows on her aged face, shaking her head with a smile.

"My Lady, please calm your anger." The wet nurse stood trembling to the side; this time, she truly had no excuse to defend the young master.

Ma Zheng raised his hand and tapped his crafty younger sister on the head, causing her to pout in annoyance once again.

Several elderly figures appeared on the ground; their clothes were tattered, and they looked utterly disheveled. Staring at the scene around them, they were struck dumb, their faces filled with shock and horror.

He couldn't say he hated her, nor could he say he loved her. Yet, whenever he saw her cry, his heart would ache; whenever he saw her injured, the pain was even more severe. He had never felt this way before.

"By the way, Old Mai, what did they just call you?" Wang Liyong asked, looking at Lin Hao as if he had suddenly remembered something.

But what about the clean, folded towel that had been waiting to be returned, the thin blanket, the medicine and spray in the suitcase, and the nightly greetings and concerns? Were all of those things fake?

The robbers' den was raided at four in the morning, revealing a cache of stolen goods.

"Very well, fishing it is. Fishing relies primarily on the hook, but if that fails, we'll think of another way. Whatever you do, do not let it slip that we are looking for a mole," Chen Fei said.