Chapter 52: Striking Wealth by Scavenging in the Abandoned Service Area

Survival time: 13 days.
On the second day after the acid rain disaster, the temperature was 11 degrees Celsius, with a northeast wind at level 6.
The regional population still showed +9999, but the color of the numbers didn’t seem as vibrant as at the beginning—perhaps just an illusion.
Nowadays, almost every day, at various times, someone would mention that a friend’s name had turned dark again.
People seemed to have grown accustomed to it and no longer lamented as they once did.

Early in the morning, Yu Jiang first checked the status of the vehicle.
“Don’t worry! I know him well enough. He’ll be fine soon!” Tang Rou’er said proudly with a smile.
“All right, Mumu, get ready to set off. It’ll be lunchtime soon,” Tang Rou’er said, rolling her eyes at him.

He wore white robes; his hair, eyebrows, and even eyelashes were pure white, yet his expression remained calm and composed.

Li Yiyi curled her lips in disdain, hating nothing more than being interrupted when deeply engrossed.
“Who let you in? Get out! If you weren’t somewhat useful, I would have dealt with you long ago!” The team leader glanced at him coldly, thinking that if it weren’t for his wife’s beauty, he wouldn’t have tolerated these two wanderers.

His heart pounded wildly as the golden armor enveloped him. The long sword, with blades of black and white, appeared in his hand. His face was grave as he stared at the thunderclouds, his murderous intent toward Lin Xi surging. He never imagined that his calculated strike, timed for the moment Lin Xi relaxed after passing the thunder tribulation, would fail—and that he himself would be caught in the storm.

Mu Lingfeng lacked the ability to detect traps or mechanisms, so like in Shadowfang Castle, he could only carefully move items one by one.

Queen Guo no longer dared to display the arrogant spirit she had moments ago. She seemed to sense that her fate would soon be tragic.

That alone made it imperative to speak earnestly of the consequences before subduing him.

Coincidentally, the harvest of spiritual plants on Flower Fruit Mountain had greatly increased, with countless third-generation spiritual vegetables in storage. Thus, Sun Wukong and Tony Stark planned a banquet to reward everyone and, at the same time, elevate Flower Fruit Mountain Academy into a paradise on earth.

The chieftain of the Red Flame Tribe arrived with his warriors to aid Emperor Ye. In his hand was an ancestral artifact of immense power, its attacks devastating.

Among the guests, a few had witnessed the city gate incident that day. When someone asked about it, they exaggerated Han Bailin’s arrogance, stirring disdain for him throughout the hall.

The few subordinates hurriedly agreed, leaving the private room to find a seat in the main hall with a clear view of the stairways. They sat down together, ordered dishes, and prepared for a hearty meal.

At this point, the waiter’s teeth ground audibly, his eyes flashing with uncontrollable fury like an enraged lion.

Then she rose and left the office to arrange for all suspects to be placed in one room. The room was equipped with surveillance and listening devices—illegal, but no one would ever document this in the investigation report.

Hearing Jiang Tian’s words, Lu Ya looked curiously at her boyfriend. Speaking well of alcohol in front of her father was simply courting disaster.

No need to go into too much detail now; Li Xiang had already understood the significance of this competition for that peak—or rather, for Longteng.

Everyone believed that it was only because the left and right arms were capable that the late emperor could break through countless crises, follow the will of heaven, and inherit the mandate. Yet few knew that the unsung contributions of the Master Monk and Master Yun Juezi were also vital.

Officials in the Ming Dynasty’s court often engaged in brawls—a long-standing tradition. It predated Taiwan by centuries, having pioneered parliamentary democratic brawling.

Beverly Hills, located in Los Angeles, USA, is renowned as the world’s most prestigious residential area, symbolizing wealth and fame.

This was a genuine blade, not some ethereal spirit sword. In fact, it was the first time Liu Nu saw his uncle draw a blade since they met.