Chapter Sixty: The Third Dream

General Maidel could fully understand Yang Hongsen’s concerns. If their opponent were the Japanese army, the consumption of ammunition would double, as would the number of troops deployed. The consequence of such a large-scale battle would be the exhaustion of all their supplies.

“Liu Yan, you really are thick-skinned!” Xiao Zilan scolded playfully, though her heart was filled with sweetness and happiness.

To die for the transformation of the world and the revival of the human race is no disgrace to you. Today, you might think I am in the wrong, but history will tell all. Centuries from now, it will prove that all I have done was right.

After venturing into industries such as steel, textiles, banking, real estate, tobacco, and catering, Yang Hongsen had now entered the entertainment business, channeling his illicit gains into legitimate enterprises.

As Lu Wuchen’s gaze swept over the crowd, he noticed that Bai Qing’er was eager to act, as was Shi Feixuan—they both seemed ready to step forward and help.

The sound of heavy crossbows being cocked rang out. Lu Wuchen’s eyes glinted with murderous intent as rows of archers on the rooftop trained their weapons on them.

She was even able to compare Eastern and Western perspectives; with a proper academic environment, she would surely have achieved something noteworthy.

In the vast basement, there was only a single sixty-watt light bulb strung up with a temporary wire for illumination.

Japan still harbored immense ambitions toward China. The land and the rich mineral resources beneath it exerted a tremendous pull on them, and reports from Japan itself were far from promising.

When Guo Tian appeared at the gates of the Tang Group, Er Donkey and his two companions fainted on the spot from fright.

Ouyang Ying’er frowned slightly. This plan to delist should have been known only to the two of them. She hadn’t yet had time to arrange for anyone to act—how had the news gotten out? Could Liu Ming himself have leaked it?

“Er Xi, what did you upgrade for him?” Liu Ming was a bit displeased; why had the conversation come around to that love formula again?

The next day, Lu Jue had to attend to a retrial ordered by the Central Court. She parted ways with Zhou Ruoshui at the old residence’s gate—one went to the Dali Temple, the other returned to the Crown Prince’s Palace.

Through everyone’s exploration, they eventually discovered a formidable boss, and behind it stood a very tall tower. Because of the trees blocking the view, the tower could not be seen from a distance.

“Fatty!” Old Qian paid no heed to the corpse beneath him. In a flurry, he drew his demon-breaking gun and aimed once more.

This situation made Ekelina feel as if victory were impossible, hence her question.

While Old Qian was speaking, the sound of water being parted by a boat drew closer. Disciples of the Earth Escape Sect, clad in monk robes, gradually emerged from the mist.

By the time a large group from the Immortal Mansion arrived, all that remained on the ground were a few bisected corpses and scattered footprints.

Indeed, as long as Wang Dazhuang’s group existed, the war would not end. The Fuliaojun would fight to the death, and the consequences would be the most brutal.

Section Chief Li was inwardly shocked after reading the report. If it was true, then Song Xiaodong in front of him was truly brazen—daring to attack the police, and right here at that. What’s more, the two men couldn’t speak, clearly the result of his handiwork.

This cry for honor, this battle to the death without retreat, expressed their anger at humiliation and their determination never to be shamed.

Once wounded, the damage struck directly at the soul—it was not like Helis, who had her physical body to shield her soul.

Though Zhu Yingtai’s combat power could not compare to Qin Da’s, she was overall still stronger than Liu Shiba at present—at least her skin was thicker and tougher.

Xiao Cheng felt the five people behind him stop in their tracks. Their position was perfectly shielded by some rooftop structures, keeping them hidden from surveillance elsewhere.

The doctor, hearing the commotion, rushed over. Seeing Lei Xiang and others at the door, he had Lei Xiang explain the situation inside. The doctor was quite displeased, saying, “He’s a patient, how can you recklessly treat him like that? What if he dies?”

Upon receiving orders, Wang Qing did not dare delay; he sprinted away and soon returned with several underlings, dragging a dozen weeping old men. “Kneel, kneel!” The underlings pushed the old men forward and, without a word, beat them to the ground.

Song Xiaodong went to bathe first. Then Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan bathed together. The three of them, all dressed in pajamas, got into bed, with Miao Qingqing naturally lying in the middle.

Zuo Xiaolan slapped the table with a bang, causing the cups to tremble, and Qian Ye’s eyelids to twitch as well.

Giving the city lord the sea pearl pained her, but if it could make Qingge lose face, not to mention one sea pearl—she would hand over the entire Western Sea if necessary.

This outcome had long been foreseen by Qian Ye. If it were him, after being countered and humiliated, no matter how angry he was, he would never be so foolish as to continue embarrassing himself in front of millions of viewers.

How had this mysterious visitor changed so suddenly? Was it the scent affecting his will, or was his disguise simply too deep?

This person had been arranged by the middle-aged cultivator specifically to collect gifts for Qin Yi. Three days before, a few hours after Qin Yi returned to this courtyard, he had arrived. Clearly, he had been carefully selected by the middle-aged cultivator; otherwise, why wait those few hours before summoning him here?

Perhaps not everyone knew the one who coveted Zou Xingyun’s horses, but if the author mentioned his father’s or grandfather’s names, everyone would surely recall who they were.

Another cultivator on Qin Yi’s side looked at Qin Yi, now filled with questions: first, how could a mid-stage Foundation Establishment youth be so powerful; second, just who was this young man, that he was worth offending a stronger cultivator for, even at the risk of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator’s wrath?

Luo Yunxiao instantly recognized the disdain in his eyes and resolved that if he didn’t teach this man a lesson, he’d be impossible to manage. Give him an inch and he’d take a mile; give him a flood and he’d go wild. This wouldn’t do at all—he needed to be put in his place.