Chapter 80: The Wei Family Has Arrived

"Two little brats, trying to draw lines with me? Don’t you know who calls the shots on New Construction Street? Today, you either pay up, or…” The man’s face twisted into a lewd grin, “the little girl accompanies me for three days.”

“Shameless pig!” Jin Bao’er exploded with anger; if Yan Xuan hadn’t pulled her back in time...

“You all sit for a bit, I’ll go buy some wine and food.” As soon as Yue’er heard Ouyang Jue’s words, she sprang up to leave, but I pulled her back.

“I reckon we’ll soon come face to face with that Krull fellow. His attendants have already shown up. Well, brothers, are you ready?” Ouyang Jue cast a deep glance ahead and said to us.

“Is anyone here? I’ve come to challenge the dojo!” Shinji called out into the empty hall.

Zhang Minglang suddenly shoved me, stumbling me so badly I fell right onto the ‘bed’.

Wen Yukeo pressed her hand to her chest, startled and curious, rubbing it a few times, unable to discern exactly how she felt.

“Let’s go, we’ll tag along. Who knows, maybe there’s pirate treasure on this ship and we’ll strike it rich.” To dispel their lingering fear, I had no choice but to say this, especially to Optimus Prime—it always worked on him.

His tone was earnest, with a hint of charm. I hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

“You!” The Ghost Dao Immortal gripped the Evil Sword tightly, eager to rush down and spar with Ji, but was blocked by Xia Yi.

At this moment, the guest room was unusually quiet, the air heavy. Six pairs of eyes were fixed on a rusted sword, three feet long, lying on the table. Man, dragon, and bird alike were silent, lost in thought.

For reasons unknown, even smoking made Zhao Hu tremble. What was Brother Lu Chuan getting at? Letting him know about the existence of this fighter jet? And what did it mean inside?

Leaving the city meant facing zombies. With their strength, encountering zombies could only mean certain death.

Lu Zhan walked in and glanced at the price tags. Clearly, he’d been out of touch with society for too long—he had no idea supermarkets had hiked prices so madly.

Most of what Zhou Nianping said was true, leaving Zhao Xingyi unable to argue. Only the motive for intercepting Mu Changfeng was false, but he couldn’t reveal the real reason. His face blanched and flushed in turn, utterly helpless.

Zhao Xueyan could scarcely believe it. If this news broke within the entertainment world, it would be an earthquake. No matter what had happened with Weiwei these past two years, Sister Weiwei had been a diva in her day.

Stone Bamboo was, after all, just a damaging spell—it wasn’t especially sturdy. At least a bronze-level warrior could easily smash one to bits with a single swing, then swagger forward without hindrance.

Lu Zhan was astonished. Since embarking on his cultivation, he had never seen a practitioner of such overwhelming power. What technique was the opponent using?

“Isn’t it just a fight you want? I say, once this winter passes, you’ll have all the battles you want!” Chen Badong, unable to watch any longer, interjected.

Thus, using screens and pick-and-rolls, he repeatedly shook off Blake’s attempts to guard his perimeter shots. The Zen Master decisively substituted Blake, caring little for his pride. He wouldn’t gamble the season’s first win on ego! If you can’t handle it, we’ll just trade you.

Many players once hailed as Jordan’s successors faded into obscurity; those who remained were all elites, each with an indelible personality.

Jiang Anyi swept his gaze over the students in the hall. Many wore patched clothes and looked pale and gaunt—clearly their families were not well-off.

The momentum of the Thunder Sword Technique, highlighted by the wolf’s terrifying tracking prowess—if this sword was struck, unless the opponent’s cultivation and swordsmanship surpassed the heavens... “Whoosh!” The sword’s energy crashed down, the strike full of fury. The young man in green seemed to have nowhere to dodge, but an unexpected event unfolded.