Chapter 192: Someone Wants Me Dead

Stepping out of her studio, Wen Ni spotted A-Kun’s car.

She walked straight over, opened the door, and got in, asking, "Are you going to be picking me up and dropping me off from now on?"

A-Kun nodded blankly.

Wen Ni climbed inside, taking the front passenger seat.

Just as she reached for the seatbelt, she suddenly turned to A-Kun with a smile and said, "If I sit in the front, your girlfriend won't get mad, will she? Otherwise, I can sit in the back."

With that, Ling Feng felt a blur before his eyes, and he found himself inexplicably transported from beneath the vehicle directly into the cabin.

Back in the capital, due to his status and standing, Qin Fengyi had barely managed to pass as an eccentric character. Things were different now; ever since his true lineage was exposed and he became a vassal prince, his actions had grown increasingly extraordinary and otherworldly, defying all conventional expectations.

Looking somewhat awkward, Qin Fengyi muttered, "Death wipes away all grudges. Since you've already crossed over to the other side, how could I possibly hold onto those past matters? Besides, ugh, back then, when the Northern barbarians used you to threaten the imperial court, I launched my campaign without even checking if you were actually alive in their hands. You didn't actually die over there, did you?" As he spoke, his face turned somewhat pale.

The African branch of the Shennong Group, under the Rong family, had already urgently coordinated and contacted local connections to prepare for the reception.

Ye Mo effortlessly identified a variety of items, even discovering materials among them that could facilitate the next upgrade for the "Heaven's Void," bringing its impending enhancement dangerously close to level 30.

The foul stench gradually dissipated. On the grass, alongside the fallen Han Wei, Zuo Linlin also lay motionless. His body still twitched faintly, and his eyes remained wide open, yet devoid of any trace of life. Looking closely, one could see tears welling in the corners of Zuo Linlin’s eyes, instantly dried by the wind as they formed, then blown away, leaving no trace behind.

Glancing sideways, she saw that all the soldiers were staring right at them. The realization made Xi Chun immensely shy; she hurriedly released her embrace, her pretty face flushing a deep crimson as she nervously twiddled with the hem of her dress.

No matter how formidable one's strength might be, achieving victory in a one-against-three scenario was simply impossible.

"Hear me, people of the Desolate Mansion—kill!"

Without any superfluous words, a single command of "kill" from Huang Jiu stirred the blood and morale of countless men.

His buddy Xie Yaohua intercepted Han Shu, cryptically stating that there was some history between the two of them that needed to be discussed privately. Han Shu frowned and said nothing.

Jiang Yunxi glanced back at God Wei, knowing full well that Zhao Wei was taking the fall for Ning Xue simply because he was terrified that Ning Xue would expose this secret and send him to prison.

"Come to my office to pick it up this afternoon!" With that, Celine dropped the words and walked away, giving none of them a chance to offer an explanation.

With a rumbling stomach, Mu Fandi returned to the manor. She didn't care whether Qin Zhao believed her or not, confident that the truth would eventually come to light.

Compared to Yuan Mu, whose face was a mask of suspicion and puzzlement, Mo Junyi merely raised his eyelids slightly and cast a cool, indifferent glance in his direction.

Ma Nan could only laugh helplessly at his wildly fluctuating emotions; the moment he was told there were no supplies, the man looked utterly crestfallen, yet the second he laid eyes on the protective gear, he looked like a child who had just struck gold.

"No!" Gu Changhuai said, his words clearly lacking conviction, especially given his gaze. Though bottomless, the fleeting emotion that had just flashed across his eyes did not escape Lu Fangyin's notice.

"What is his identity? Why would I throw myself at him?" Qi Yanxi was stunned by the remark, inwardly cursing the two men for truly being father and son, as their initial attitude toward her upon meeting was identical.

If there was a way, she would undoubtedly save those people in the hospital—that much Han Qianqian understood about her. Although Lu Fangyin had revealed a major secret concerning the Yin family to Gu Changhuai, Han Qianqian never doubted Lu Fangyin's inherent kindness.

The man spoke, his tone carrying an urgency even he himself had not noticed.

Just as Mo Junyi was consumed by worry and helplessness, Zhou Mushu, who had been sitting quietly to the side, froze upon hearing Mo Junyi and Yuanbao's words.

Hoping not to run into ghosts in broad daylight, yet bumping into the exact person he wished to avoid, Daoist Li Yi suddenly materialized behind him, scaring him half to death.

Chen Mulin's expression grew even dimmer, but since the item already belonged to another who had staked their claim, what right did he have to hold on, no matter how much he liked it?

After another long silence, Rong Rong still remained silent. Seeing her in this state, Hu Hao felt a wave of despair wash over him, abandoning all hope of purging the dark, twisted side of Rong Rong's psyche.

As the squad leader finished his shout, sharp, cracking sounds rang out. Four bailiffs, each wielding a long whip, lashed out fiercely at the four young men tied to the pillars. Within just a few strikes, the flesh of the four youths was torn to shreds, deep whip marks brutally etched into their skin.

Haruno Sakura's ice blade pointed unwaveringly at Danzo, completely unshaken by the latter's words, as she effortlessly uttered statements that Danzo found utterly treasonous.

"Officer, look at this fracture. It's so smooth, doesn't look like the wind snapped it," the sergeant said, pointing to the broken end of the flagpole. The officer followed the sergeant's finger, and sure enough, the break was as flat as if cut by a knife.

Ever since that incident on the yacht, not only had he failed to win over Zhangsun Jiangying, but he had also nearly lost his life. It had directly led to the downfall of his family, forcing them to sell the yacht, and his social status in Binhai had plummeted to rock bottom. Pretty, delicate maidens were practically out of his reach now, leaving him to quench his thirst with whatever cheap company he could find.

"Do you know how long the Old Ancestor spent inside the 'Thunder Pool' back then?" Ren Jun asked, his face still brimming with excitement.

Raging tornadoes wreaked havoc above the Fuxi Palace, yet they were utterly unable to breach the Luoshu Formation surrounding it.

After an unknown length of time, she finally calmed down gradually, only to suddenly let out a cold, mocking laugh, her stunning face etched with derision.

These digitized, informationalized matters and organisms were repelled by the laws and rules of the projected world, suffering a systemic crackdown at the rule level and reverting to basic elements.

She glanced at the micro-camera in her hand, which happened to capture the exact photo Tang Feng had been so concerned about.

Seeing Duan Yipin step out alone for a short while before returning, Li Linlang felt a twinge of curiosity about what the guy had been up to.

The text message specified that if there were any issues, he could add the contact information provided in the text on WeChat to inquire, and specific matters would be notified to Li Linlang via WeChat.

Unable to handle her any other way, he could only offer the occasional reminder. Yet seeing her make such a sincere promise to Chen Tianhao was truly astonishing.

Upon hearing that it was Zhang Mo, Qin轩 shook his head instantly, preparing to leave. It wasn't that Qin轩 lacked respect for Zhang Mo; rather, in Qin轩's eyes, Zhang Mo was already practically a dead man, leaving no reason whatsoever to waste words on him.