Plotting something wicked

That man stared with wide eyes as Su Wan put away the spiritual treasure, swallowed hard, and repeatedly expressed his gratitude to her before walking out of the arena in a daze. Being fortunate enough to witness a spiritual treasure in this lifetime could be considered an unexpected blessing for him.

In other words, shortly after the events of Resident Evil 2, Alice had achieved another leap in evolution, with her primary evolutionary direction leaning towards mental capabilities.

Consequently, both S.H.I.E.L.D. and the HYDRA organization would suffer heavy losses. Furthermore, this intense conflict might even shatter the delicate peace maintained between the two factions. In short, neither of these forces would have any energy left to participate in the grand spectacle two days later.

The night was cold and desolate, devoid of both moon and stars. A fine drizzle drifted through the air, while gusts of gloomy wind swept across the earth, causing the slender tree branches to emit sounds like the weeping of ghosts.

Having been whispering closely just moments ago, Zhou Mo suddenly raised his head to look at Derek after hearing these words. He had not expected that this police chief, who was willing to shield his subordinates for illegally breaking into a brothel, actually had his own bottom line: his efforts had to be directly proportional to his rewards. He was no tyrant at all; he was nothing more than a cunning profiteer.

Some of the Wushuang City warriors present also thought of fleeing, knowing that the Tumor Warrior went completely mad when provoked, hacking indiscriminately at anyone in sight. However, others of a bloodthirsty and cruel nature simply slid their swords back into their scabbards, focusing intently on watching the Tumor Warrior brutally torture Lin Tao, who happened to be one of the only two Xiantian masters present.

"How many years have you been practicing cultivation?" Xun Yi asked curiously. It was usually considered quite a taboo to inquire about someone's years of cultivation when you had only recently met, yet he asked it with complete naturalness.

Drawing a lesson from his previous mistake of overexerting his sword techniques, Wei Ye did not put his full force into every single move. With every parry and thrust, he aimed strictly at the most vulnerable parts of the human body. In the blink of an eye, he had dropped three men right in front of him. The remaining prison guards were utterly terrified; holding the spear shafts that had been cut in two by Peach Fairy, they turned tail and fled.

Thinking of Poseidon, who loved to shirk responsibility and stir up rebellions, he was the ultimate negative role model. It was no exaggeration to say that Chen Xin had always firmly believed that the combination of Zhou Quan and Poseidon brought far too much negative energy into their chubby son's upbringing, as this duo possessed way too many bad habits.

I had been lurking in the imperial palace for mere months when Dong Zhuo burned the capital. I feigned escape from the palace and purposely crossed paths with Wang Yun. That old lecher tried to make a move on me, but I continuously used the Soul-Stealing Eye to alter his mind, making him escort me to Chang'an.

The one who spoke was none other than Di Shitian. The look he cast toward Chu Xuan was not only icy but also carried a trace of chilling murderous intent.

After all, Zhao Hao was no longer the novice he used to be. Back then, he lacked funds for any project and had to handle everything personally due to a shortage of manpower.

After waiting for a long time without getting an answer from Niannian, Fengwu lowered her head in puzzlement to take a look, only to see him keeping his head down and biting his lips, looking as though he desperately wanted to avoid speaking.

"Could it be that you like someone who is unclean to be your daddy? Is that Uncle Xiang unclean?" the handsome Qin asked in disbelief.

Creatures that looked imposing did not necessarily possess genuine formidable strength. Along the journey, Long Fei had already hunted down quite a few creatures like the twin-headed giant snake.

Yet now, even the weakest of individuals could venture deep underground or explore the ocean depths without relying on their own physical strength, simply by using tools. They could even leave the planet with the aid of technology. This truly filled Akasha with waves of profound emotion.

A intense sense of danger arose in his heart, startling Mu Huang so severely that he instantly snapped back to his senses and hastily attempted to defend himself. However, how could a panicked defense ever withstand such an overbearing and ferocious punch? Of course, even if Mu Huang had made adequate preparations, resisting it would still have been nearly impossible.

What Yang Hao needed to do right now was to step up the organization of his team members in making preparations before the sortie, while also intensifying their offensive combat training.

The white-feathered owl-man refused to allow such an accident to happen again; it wanted to kill Long Fei to restore its clan's reputation.

No idlers were allowed in Qingliang Taoist Temple, so Bai Wanying could only wait at the entrance. With an anxious expression, she stamped her feet continuously, occasionally poking her head inside to peer within. Yet waiting for a short while felt as agonizingly long as a whole year. When she finally caught sight of Bai Bai's figure appearing, her tightly wound nerves relaxed instantly, and she actually broke down in tears while hugging Bai Bai.

Before returning, Chen Linlin had told him that she planned to take a bath first and would not have time to bother with him, leaving Luo Zhaoyuan to amuse himself. Consequently, Luo Zhaoyuan looked around, inspecting the layout and furnishings of the room.

A roar like a tidal wave erupted from the grandstand toward Mali. Far from being frightened, the Holy Infant let out a chuckle and said, "Since ancient times, the powerful have always been envied by others; only mediocrity seeks to please everybody!" With that, he raised his hand high and flashed a middle finger toward the stands.

He put all his strength into a punch that slammed against the glowing barrier outside Ye Ji, causing countless black-red Dao patterns to rapidly erupt and wrap around all the light, intending to swallow it up entirely.

Guo Dong said nothing at all and directly pulled out two baseball bats that God knew when he had stuffed inside... No, wait, these weren't baseball bats; they were two oversized wooden fish mallets—the exact kind used in the main halls of film and television dramas to direct all the wooden fish percussion instruments, measuring over a meter long and as thick as an arm.

Zhou Yi picked up the broken sword segment, looking utterly bewildered. Just as he was about to step forward to give chase, he saw Yue Gu stepping forward as swift as a beam of light. A gust of wind and snow blew past, striking Zhou Yi in the face and causing him to cough violently. When he raised his head once more, the world was a vast expanse of white snow, and Yue Gu's figure had long since vanished without a trace.

Furthermore, to prevent the curse from transferring onto himself, Guo Dong not only sent out his clone but also dismissed the clone just before Chou Niu made his move. Moreover, the ones carrying out the attack were four Chinese Zodiac robots that he had already treated as expendable pawns and cannon fodder.

In comparison, the latest turnover made David feel even more half-and-laughing, half-and-crying; this time, the turnover happened in 1860 Munich's backcourt. It was that same white player from earlier who had snatched the ball right off the feet of Locke, 1860 Munich's premier defensive powerhouse.