Chapter 59: Setting In Motion
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Some more time passed.
After strolling through the exhibition hall of the Stark Technology Expo for a while, Lynn truly found nothing more of interest. Although he spotted the commercial logo of Pym Technologies, none of the half-concealed storefronts revealed any valuable technology.
The person in charge at the site appeared to be merely a regional agent. Based on the news Lynn had recently seen, Pym Technologies was also a rather low-key defense technology firm.
He did not tell Gu Liangyue about the Northern Territory, nor did Gu Liangyue tell him about the South City. In this way, it was already for the best for everyone. Neither side needed to be overly honest to ensure that things could continue.
The first person on the right was an elderly man with unkempt hair, slovenly in appearance, gripping a large wine flask in his hand.
He cared nothing for any young master of the Wang family or any Japanese swordsman, but the Holy Son of the Qishi Mansion before him was someone he could not afford to ignore.
By this time, noon had arrived, and the imperial kitchen was in a flurry of activity, the sounds of frying, stir-frying, simmering, and roasting ceaselessly filling the air. Yue He found the steward of the imperial kitchen, gave him a few instructions, and then hurried away.
Ever since Calet moved into this villa, that black Maserati had been completely cast aside by Demos for quite some time.
Before Mo Ziyun could finish speaking, Lin Meiyi lifted the carriage curtain once again and jumped down from the carriage. Mo Ziyun's extended hand hung awkwardly in mid-air as Lin Meiyi walked right past him and straight to Li Qingfeng to bow.
"A-zhi, Pacification Commissioner Chu Zhaonan came to request an audience just now," Qing Ruifan said as he sat down, hesitating for a long moment before extending his right hand to gently clasp the left hand of the person sitting close beside him. It was growing somewhat cold.
Zhao Jia was stunned. She knew that the controller of this elevator contained the fingerprints of every founding member, meaning that only founding members could open it.
Upon hearing this, Calet was overwhelmed with excitement, a secret sense of triumph blooming in her heart. No matter how arrogant Demos might be, he had no choice but to bow his head before the immense power of Olympus.
"Hmph~" Seeing this, Wu Xue did not display any anger, nor did she pick up her weapon. Instead, she returned the gesture with an identical sneer and then slowly raised her middle finger.
How could someone like her, who had received formal training in the military and completed countless missions, lose to someone who had just been released from a hard-labor prison?
Twitching the corners of her mouth and refusing to look at Hu'er, she glared instead at Barry and Blue Crest, arguing forcefully, "No matter how we explain it, you Tiger Clan members have already determined that our Aichia tribe killed Li He."
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This made him think of Sister Ting's clinic. It had been a long time since he was last injured, and a long time since he had visited Sister Ting. Now that he was finally injured again, a strange sense of comfort welled up in his heart. The bleakness of his morning was finally compensated with a bit of a perk.
The long fish tail gleamed with a dazzling golden light under the moonlight. Below the tip of the tail, much like a siren, a wave of ocean water lifted his entire body.
Though Toniolo was in a similar state, he at least remained steady on his feet. Under these circumstances, if magic crystals were not used to aid oneself, victory would come down to sheer willpower.
Amidst the blinding crimson light, these celestial beasts were ground into pulp, their forms and souls utterly destroyed! Endless spiritual energy was swallowed by the dead, desolate abyss.
If the cost of this matter was fifteen days of detention, Ling Xiao was actually quite willing to pay it. After all, given the current roaring popularity of Vitality Soup, what was fifteen days of personal freedom?
Lu Junkai felt ice-cold all over, as if he had suddenly plunged into a bottomless, freezing pool, feeling both chilled and suffocated.
Xie Yiping held Tang Yimo's hands in both of hers, leaning forward to massage his arms. She gazed at his sleeping face and began to speak.
He returned to the bedroom. Fan Yue seemed to have already fallen asleep. He quietly slid open the wardrobe and stealthily searched for clothes.
Liu Ping knew her mother's expectations for her, and she also knew that her mother wanted her to have a better life and a more successful future.
Back then, she had managed to leave the Underworld King's mansion with great difficulty; expecting her to return just like that was simply out of the question.
The villagers behind the old woman began to kowtow. The entire demolition crew watched in silence while a bulldozer driver and an excavator driver whispered to each other: "I have a bit of a stomachache, how about you?"
Even if the Underworld King had not sent word to Leng Jiliang, Leng Jiliang would have been able to sense something amiss if she failed to return for an entire night.
Yin Sijiao stared fixedly at the delivery room door, his expression filled with worry and anxiety, beads of sweat covering his forehead.
Upon hearing just this single syllable, Mu Chengze instantly felt the surrounding temperature drop by a few more degrees.
Even if the mysterious buyers lurking in the shadows possessed the utmost composure, they still let out successive sighs upon beholding such a peerless beauty. From that moment on, the previously lifeless auction buzzed with murmurs as the opening all-in performance of the auction officially commenced.
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The moment Xu Nuo took a step back, the giant screen behind her began playing the short promotional film for this endorsement.
Fate knew the origin of the Underworld and also knew the will of the Underworld, so it had never considered meddling in its affairs. The previous life of Anti-Fate and the youth had engaged in a fierce battle that nearly overturned the entire Underworld, and now another one had arrived—truly a headache-inducing matter.
Whoever was protecting the hidden ruins of the Dubai Empire was the mastermind behind the New York biochemical terrorist attack—at least, that was Lucien's logic. Of course, he was probably the only person in the entire world who could connect the two.
Su Qianli thought that after hearing those words, Si Muqing would leave in disgrace, but she never expected him to ask such a question.
Nurse Xu and the others, who had been woken up, wore identical sneers upon learning the reason for the commotion. There were always so many self-righteous people these days. And yet, what was the result? After making such a fuss, it was nothing more than a joke. They wanted to see what kind of precious imperial prince this Imperial Noble Consort Tong could actually give birth to.
She consoled herself inwardly: it didn't matter whether Si Yixi wore it or not in the end, as long as she did her part, that was enough.
The matter had already passed, and Xu Nuo naturally would not blame this bodyguard. With a nod, she climbed into the back seat.
Xu Nuo slapped her forehead, only then remembering that Yan Yao was still in the Imperial Capital; she had forgotten to call him back when she returned.
"Buzz." Then, a torrent of information streamed into the boy Liu Yuan's mind, instantly helping him digest it all.
He was clearly the Wolf King, and by all rights should have been the most intelligent of beings, yet whenever he made a wager with the Badger Demon, he had never once won.
None of the items he had acquired in the past—whether magical treasures, cultivation techniques, miraculous elixirs, or bizarre artifacts—carried such a heavy, malevolent killing intent as the Four Swords of诛仙 (Execution of Immortals).
Turning around, she was embraced tightly in Edward's arms and kissed immediately. Yet Lin Ke's heart felt as though it were blocked by something, and tears slid down her cheeks.
First of all, he naturally had to go clean up the mess he had caused. Although his actions had been manipulated by others, in the absence of the real culprit, he had to take the blame, and thus he naturally had to shoulder the responsibility.
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