Chapter 49

The enemy team leader was furious. Having lost several subordinates in succession, he had completely thrown caution to the wind. He ordered his men to frequently use grenades to suppress the person ambushing him. Having lost all hope of retreating, he was determined to eliminate the fellow right before his eyes.

"If I may be so bold as to ask, how smoothly is this cotton being promoted in the north?" Ye Sanniang hesitated for a moment before plucking up the courage to speak.

Even a kendo genius like Feng Qingyang only had a slight chance of mastering a sword technique to perfection. One can easily imagine how difficult it is for any martial artist to bring a martial art to the realm of perfection.

At a single glance, Yang Xiao could tell that Zhou Meilan came from a rather well-to-do family. Zhou Meilan pressed the play button, and a melodious, deep, and melancholic song drifted out. Everyone listened attentively. After listening to a few songs, Yang Xiao had a clear idea in mind.

"Arbitrarily mobilizing the personnel allocation of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department? This... probably shouldn't count as that." Chiyo Haikoin also fell into a state of utter helplessness.

Toru Tachiya was actually quite reluctant to muddy these murky waters; even when her family assigned her to act as a mole, she felt a profound, instinctive resistance.

If manipulating rivers and flowing water was an instinct engraved in the DNA of dragonkind and a skill mastered by birth, then summoning winds, bringing rain, and unleashing lightning were the true symbols of the dragon.

"There is no turning back once the bow is drawn; this matter leaves no room for hesitation. Let's first handle the affairs of the Fuhu Stronghold, and as for everything else, we'll take it one step at a time," Ye Ying finally said after a long silence.

The mercenaries present grew excited as well, dancing around and letting out wild, ghostly howls from their mouths.

"What do you mean?" The moment Qiaoxi Min arrived, she ruthlessly picked at Liang Xinyi's scars, making the latter feel as though she had been fiercely slapped across the face once more, her cheeks burning with intense pain.

Ye Fan could completely utilize this skill to inspect the weaknesses and flaws of Ye Cheng, Ye Xue, and Ye Jiang.

Seeing that she was still extremely eager to show him Kaitou Kid's fan website, Amemiya Noriko didn't stop her at the time. She simply memorized the URL and registered a fan account by the way.

At the entrance of the grocery store, Wu Kun first picked up a lighter to ignite a cigarette, and then began browsing through the various toys and sundries hanging by the doorway.

How could nothing have been seen? None of it was a sight that could be ignored; instead, it was so profound that once seen, it could never be erased from memory.

The weather certainly changed that night. While they were tossing and turning inside the house, a sudden flash of lightning tore instantly across the sky outside the window, followed by rolling peals of thunder, which were by no means rare in midsummer.

With that, she squatted down and searched the man, finding a wireless walkie-talkie. Pressing the button on it, the conversation from the other end came through.

The clan leader's mansion was no exception. Uzumaki Ryu decreed that all ninjas above the rank of genin must participate in the battle, and both of his sons met the criteria.

Just as seen through the door outside just now, many people were lying or sitting in the courtyard. Every single one of them was tattered in clothing and disheveled in hair, looking just like beggars wandering the streets.

Furthermore, the moment she stepped into Guest Room 203, she had already sensed that something was amiss with this inn. She was far too familiar with that scent—it was the stench of killing intent, resentment, and blood.

Judging by his head of white hair, unless his hair had turned white in his youth, his preservation arts must have been extraordinary, allowing him to retain the appearance of a man in his twenties even at several decades of age.

"Heh, you're not stupid either. Since that's the case, apart from the old man Zheng you mentioned who will survive, none of you will have the chance to return to your respective families," Li Xin said with a cold laugh.

Hua Yuxheng raised her eyes to meet her skeptical gaze, a flash of hurt swiftly crossing her pupils.

And right at the moment Li Xin was sent flying by the impact, a streak of light moving at a speed far beyond what the naked eye could perceive plunged directly into Li Xin's glabella.

Therefore, Jinrong was very likely willing in his heart to ascend the imperial throne, only putting up a stubborn front on the surface and refusing to admit it no matter what.

"Alright, I'll send you my location in a moment. I still have a few team members with me, so it won't be convenient for you to just walk over directly," Lei said after some thought.

"He was already nursing unhealed injuries, and just now he forced his internal energy to circulate—it would be a miracle if he didn't vomit blood!" Feng Yan looked exasperated, and at the thought of Yun Weiyang, he still felt his teeth itch with hatred.

Mo Li looked at Lin Xueyao's tightly furrowed brows, and a pang of heartache welled up inside him once again. He knew Lin Xueyao must be in excruciating pain, yet he was utterly helpless to alleviate it for her.

Hearing Rinne say this, Ye Lan also tried to use his own physique to sense the surroundings. However, as Rinne had said, there was not the slightest trace of any ghost in the vicinity.

Watching Huo Ziyin devour fifty plates of refreshments, Bai Yutang wore a deliberately composed expression on his face. Big Brother? I called you over to talk, and you actually started eating for real? And you're enjoying it this much, too?

Only then did Yun Zhen realize that this person truly possessed a backbone; beneath that calm exterior lay a fiercely burning, bleeding heart. They were the true heroes.

Happily gathering these flying swords, Zhao Xiu kept a few for himself and had his three disciples carry the rest.

Chang Sheng nodded toward Mo Li, unsure of what else he should say at the moment. He simply waved his hand at Mo Li like a block of wood.

The priest gave a bitter smile. "Who was the one who said the Wolf King was Leader Yi in the first place?" Lin was instantly left speechless.

After that, he simply recounted the experiences he had encountered alone out there over the past period.

Although Lei Xiu had aimed his demon-repelling gun at those heads outside the vehicle, he truly did not wish to use this gun ever again.

I suppose the most awkward person right now must be Ruochen. Sitting in the taxi, he must look to the driver like a patient talking to himself.

Shen Yuan had not heard any sound just now. Through the man's tall figure, she looked toward that door.