Volume 1, Chapter 43: Urgent Request for Reinforcements, Lin Mo Takes the Field Personally!

Zhang Muyang looked down at Li Jie. At some point, a glass of fine wine had appeared in his hand. The wine was as crimson as blood, its color resembling the drops of fresh blood seeping from the ground.

In modern society, no matter where you are or who you are, everyone is in need of money. Even the business of the world's richest person cannot avoid borrowing money from others. The so-called wealthy are mostly in debt; it is just that they command more resources and are able to mobilize larger amounts of capital.

These words were truly formidable. Liu Li's mind was astonishingly sharp. After hearing just a few exchanges between the Grandmaster and these individuals, he was able to synthesize the information he already knew, deduce the current accurate situation, and then formulate the best response based on it.

In the living room, Feng Juan looked at Li Bingruo, who was utterly devoid of decorum as she cracked melon seeds and watched a brainless TV drama, and said respectfully.

Among the four great secular families—the Zhangs, the Lis, and the Sus—it could now be confirmed that the Su family was a top-tier clan spanning both the secular world and the pugilistic underworld, not to mention the Zhang family. The Wang family was just mediocre. The mysterious Li family rarely stirred up trouble. As for the martial arts world... well, Zhang Muyang had been so unfortunate in his past life that he never had deep contact with it.

This was a classical ink wash painting depicting landscape scenery. Du Bixing looked at it closely and found that the landscape possessed an extraordinary poetic atmosphere.

After all, as a servant, if she were to meddle in her masters' affairs, she was certain her resignation letter would be waiting for her by tomorrow.

The crowd, who had initially been somewhat skeptical, believed it almost entirely upon seeing Wumingzi's physiognomy. Could they have truly encountered a master of the esoteric?

Yang Mi, who was deep inside the Beijing Film Studio shooting a scene, was pulled away from the filming location by her manager and led into the lounge.

Seeing that Shen Tingchuan did not understand, Ye Qingqing repeated herself. However, this time, Shen Tingchuan did not answer her immediately.

Although it was a snake's tongue, Savi felt not a shred of repulsion; instead, he naturally enveloped it within his own tongue, savoring its taste in detail.

Therefore, Li Si casually found an inconspicuous corner to sit down and quietly waited for the commencement of the trading convention. Not only did he remain silent, but the other cultivators also communicated entirely through secret voice transmissions.

"I'm afraid they are restricted just like us, and perhaps their situation is even more critical than ours!" said Gong Lingjun.

Savi's sudden intrusion attracted the gazes of the vast majority of people present. When had Savi ever encountered such a scene? At that moment, he stood frozen in place, completely at a loss for what to do.

Gong Ling睿 stopped in his tracks, raised his palm toward the rear to signal a halt, squinted his eyes for a long time, and only then ordered them to proceed.

Watching Ye Qingqing's actions, Duan Siqi felt deeply uncomfortable inside. Being a naturally assertive person herself, the sudden realization that Ye Qingqing was walking ahead of her made her feel quite uneasy just thinking about it.

When he arrived, the Empress Dowager had specifically instructed that no formal announcement was necessary, and thus Li Yong was unaware of her arrival.

Now that he had transformed into this ghostly appearance, it was better to let the two of them resolve the matters of the oddities shop themselves.

Unable to hold back, a painful roar escaped his lips. Feihuo's chest was pierced without exception, and a massive surge of blood gushed from the wound, scattering into the air like a bloody rain. The next moment, he crashed heavily to the ground, the pain so intense that it felt as though all the bones in his body had shattered.

"N-No, nothing like that. He's here to do business with me," Tang Yanxin explained anxiously, unsure why she felt such a pressing need to clarify.

As soon as she went downstairs, she instantly sensed the surrounding atmosphere turn chilly. Walking to the door of He Xinghua's room, she heard unusual noises coming from inside.

Memorials urging the establishment of a crown prince were springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain. Before the Marquis of Yongning returned, the imperial court had already been arguing endlessly over this matter.

In return, the Ghost used the secret facilities of the Lazarus Group to create a personality and memory backup for General Martinez. Should any accident befall him, this backup could resurrect him in another form.

Si Fu was in a somewhat foul mood. After all, having spent most of his years on the heavenly mountains without venturing far, being chased by the martial arts-trained Ye Lingrui for less than a quarter of an hour left him exhausted and unable to walk further.

Though his mind harbored no excessive thoughts, his body seemed to have grown accustomed to her companionship. It wasn't very noticeable when he was busy, but whenever a moment of leisure arose, he found himself thinking of her from time to time.

Pepper rolled her eyes and said helplessly, "Boss, this gentleman and his companion saved several children from the ocean today, while simultaneously ruining your disastrous jet ski joyride. And just now, he saved your life."

And these viewers were quite supportive; at least they hadn't fallen for those rumors on the internet.

Moreover, since Brother Wei had come to ask him, he would surely offer some level of protection, right? After a brief hesitation, he ultimately decided to venture into the sea of flowers.

However, having heard Chen Yan's words, Han Qing knew he could no longer turn back, so he declined.

Zuo Qingqing flew into a rage on the spot, curling her right hand into a claw and lunging directly toward the refined man's crown.

Lan Yingmei walked in from outside like a proud peacock, teetering on ten-centimeter high heels, with a retinue of staff trailing behind her.

There were also the seven great family heads of the Sea of Clouds, plus Ye Qingxia, Wang Guxiang, and Wu Qingniang—three whom Su Qing had not yet consumed. Presumably, upon Su Qing's return this time, some of them would undoubtedly offer themselves willingly.

Yet now he no longer needed to wait bitterly here, for he had already found more Chosen Ones; he was not short of just Nan Feng.

Even more despairing was that, within the surveillance footage, the wild bullets raining down upon Shen Qian were all deflected and bounced off.

She had no choice but to retreat into her hotel room and pick up a firearm previously dropped by one of the outlaws she had killed.

Su Qingmei faced Su Qing's gaze with a smile. Chen Qiushang had sent her here to "persuade" Su Qing and ensure the Chen family could remain in Youdu. Far from being angry, Su Qingmei felt secretly delighted.