Chapter Fifty-Two: If You Have a Problem, Come at Me!

Going further in, one enters the heart of the antique street. Though there are still small vendors on both sides, most people focus on the shops lining the avenue. Here, one finds all manner of antique calligraphy and paintings, as well as scholarly curios, carved seals, and the like. The genuine articles abound, with clearly marked prices, yet fakes are not unheard of, and if one is duped, one can only accept the misfortune. The final section is dedicated to stone gambling.

It is estimated that over a million eyewitnesses recorded videos of the incident; the impact continues to ripple outward, heralding the dawn of a new era.

The children immediately followed Franky, Chopper, and Nami, running away in panic as if the navy were some kind of monster.

Unlike the shock and astonishment among the awakened, the half-corpses had always been highly receptive to Wang Zhen. After a moment of surprise, they instantly burst into carefree cheers, their pride and delight overflowing.

He paused on a relatively large island, though it wasn’t very vast—only a few miles in circumference. The place was strewn with reefs, with broad stretches alternately revealed or submerged by the tides. The large boulders, shaped smooth by the waves, gleamed in the sunlight.

During the skirmish between Drabo and the British army, the British forces stationed in Assab attempted to send men to support Colonel Tracy. However, as soon as they left the town, they were ambushed by troops Li Junhao had positioned in advance, losing about a platoon’s worth of men. This so frightened the defenders that they dared not leave the safety of the town again, and a stalemate ensued.

None of this mattered, however. Once it was certain that the experimental base was deserted, Brad gathered his equipment and prepared to return to the surface.

The Supreme Yang Jade Pendant reverted to its previous state, seemingly unchanged. Yet Li Zhicheng could sense that the energy within had increased many times over—dozens or perhaps even hundreds of times greater than before.

The Western Grand Mosque, whose scale and splendor in Guyuan City was second only to the Governor’s Mansion, now lay in ruins—reduced to shattered walls and scorched remnants by the onslaught of hundreds, even thousands, of incendiary bombs.

Yet the chieftain of the tribe, oblivious to impending disaster, was not in his stronghold. Instead, he had taken a handful of guards to visit his mistress in secret. Truly, as the saying goes, heaven's mischief may be withstood, but self-made calamity cannot be escaped.

Releasing her grip, Chu Li realized that not only Xue Wei and Wen Wan, but many of the surrounding diners, were all staring at her.

Ever since Yu Yu heard the news, she had been unusually quiet. After sending Qin Yuyan away, she simply gazed blankly below.

According to his imagination, Li Cheng ought to have already clashed with the Shi family, fighting them fiercely by now.

Therefore, it must have been the work of either an elder from the Xuanyuan Institute or the Tianfeng Institute.

News had spread of her exchanging one thousand for five million four hundred thousand yesterday, and today everyone was waiting to place their bets with her.

When she first began her medicinal baths, the pain was sometimes almost unbearable. In those moments, she would watch Huangfu Yuan refining pills, observing his technique and his hands.

Yan Heng understood the meaning behind Bu Junming’s words, his face dark and silent as he made his way down the mountain.

Seeing this, Hu San struck with all his might, forcing his opponent back with a single blow, then hurriedly retreated with Old Mo Wu.

Now, with her mother gone and everyone present—except for Ye Zhenqing—siding with Yun Yao, Yun Meng decided it was not the time to argue.

At four o’clock, Xiong Zhao’an returned to his office, reporting that all family matters had been settled with no lingering issues.

Jiang Yan said nothing, merely flicked a dazzling silver needle lightly, sending it flying toward Qi Zhenhai.

Only in the backyard of his own home could anyone feel truly at ease. Wu Yu couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about Yu Chen—something that had been wrong from the very beginning.

Yet Master Daosi clearly had no intention of letting Beidou succeed so easily. The new world was still a strange and wondrous place, its environment elegant and noble, filled with the songs of birds, the fragrance of flowers, towering trees, and golden sunlight filtering through the dense leaves, dappling Beidou’s face with scattered light.