Chapter 15: The Fighting Cage

Yu Shan walked ahead, with Xu Yi following behind her. As they neared the residential buildings, both of their steps slowed. Qin Qing, who had just hung up the phone, alternated between moments of happiness and furrowing her brows, wearing an anxious and uncertain expression. Sitting on the bed, she stared blankly out the window, lost in thought.

In the taxi, the ride was smooth and uneventful. Shen Yugui was still dazed, unable to process what had just happened.

In this vast underground space, though it was utterly silent, Wang Qian felt his hair stand on end. The quieter a place, the greater the danger lurking within.

Chen Xiaomei came from an ordinary family. She befriended Ling Qingwan in hopes of meeting a wealthy, handsome man, so she could finally live a life of luxury—buying and playing with whatever she wanted, escaping the exhausting struggle for daily survival.

This was yet another earth-shattering revelation. Zuo Mo had known that Yun Yan had given up on surgery back then, which was shocking enough; but to learn that Yun Yan had suffered lasting effects and was now unable to have children left him reeling.

At this moment, the Jinxiu Apartments had somehow merged with the illusion of an ancient execution ground and prison, descending into reality as a grim and foreboding government office.

Wei Xiao’s eyes, once a deep blue, now grew darker and darker, the inky blackness swallowing the blue until only pure black remained.

The Zhang Corporation had become the wealthiest in Haicheng and remained unscathed for years, all thanks to the venerable Mr. Liu.

What kind of misfortune had befallen the Wei family, to have provoked an existence as terrifying as a master-level being?

At this moment, his slender fingers stroked his alluring chin as he glanced outside, reviewing intelligence about a group called “Jill” brought to him by his subordinate.

“No wonder it’s called the Supreme Divine Needle—such sharpness is truly beyond that of any ordinary silver needle,” Zhou Junjie couldn’t help but exclaim. He randomly picked one from the set and examined it closely. The needle was as thin as a strand of hair; if one didn’t look carefully, it might as well have not existed at all.

Behind Ma Lin, Tolkien and the soldiers burst out laughing, joined by the hearty voices of the dwarves. Even the flamethrower troops had come up to enjoy the spectacle.

Everything unfolded according to Tian Ling’s plan. He let out a long sigh. Having come full circle, he’d long since abandoned any intention of showing off for the emperor; now he simply wanted to improve work efficiency and carve out a little time for himself.

Yet Ye Lin seemed oblivious, leaping off the cliff and running straight to the portly interpreter.

Seeing Xie Daochang unconscious, Mrs. Xie was so frightened she nearly lost her soul, her shriek almost piercing Jiang Qingliu’s eardrums.

His face was still boyish, but the way he killed just now was more ruthless than even seasoned soldiers.

Without a cake, Qiao Mianzhi was not too disappointed; simply being able to eat here today was enough to satisfy him.

After all, hanging was too gentle a punishment. Would Ma Lin manage to devise something even more severe?

I glanced at the time—there was still an hour before midnight—so we found a clean spot and sat down to wait.

He toyed with me, deliberately giving me no chance to get in the car, even driving away and letting a few new trainees board instead.

In that situation, I responded in tacit agreement, pressing my leg slightly against his. Shen Linfeng seemed to understand, his hand growing stronger as he gripped the smooth fabric of my skirt over my hips, slowly drawing it upward.

“Don’t worry about me.” I offered a faint smile, leaning against the wall and closing my eyes to rest, waiting for Bumubutai’s summons.

With its one remaining bloodied hand, it trembled as it fished out a cell phone and dialed a number.

Not long ago, the chairman had personally praised him for his excellent work, yet now things had changed—equipment prices hadn’t fallen, but had instead risen sharply.

As she felt a sudden warmth flow into her body, her delicate face changed, anxiety spreading swiftly. “What are you trying to do?! No!” The fear of the unknown drained all color from Bai Li Xueqin’s face.

At the sight of Luo Hao, Situ Zhong hurried forward and spoke. A few days ago, he’d received an urgent message from Qingyun City, but Luo Hao had still been in the trial grounds and couldn’t return in time. Now that Luo Hao was back, he’d rushed over without delay.

Even as he spoke, I saw a Japanese soldier brandishing a katana, charging at me in a frenzy.

In the pit, the man in the black robe was full of shock—he hadn’t expected this person to be so powerful, merely having held back before.

Listening to A-Ling’s account, both Yang Feng and Ma Yajun kept their faces impassive, but inwardly they were deeply astonished.

“Fatty…” I frowned, annoyed. You’ve complained enough—if you keep making a scene, we won’t spare your dignity anymore.

This was the first time the “Divine Dragon” drone had been used for an external mission since its launch, and to everyone’s surprise, it completed the reconnaissance so smoothly.

She strode calmly toward Leng Feng across the way, her steps unhurried and steady. Though she seemed to float above the ground, each stride was as solid as if she walked on firm earth.