110 The Guest From Afar

Then, all eyes met briefly; fists clenched silently, teeth gritted, and with a flick of their sleeves, they exited the hall.

“I don’t believe it’s reasonable to ensure every player serves a good club, nor that Uncle Jorge, who invested wisely to secure their livelihoods after retirement, made any proper arrangements for me.” Victor’s eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled slyly, resembling a cunning fox.

“If you think all of us are just cowards desperate to cling to life, then you greatly underestimate us. No matter what, we will not concede to you easily,” Ye Yao said firmly.

Kind-hearted people dislike witnessing death, so whenever Li Lang saw someone slaughtering chickens or ducks by the roadside, he would detour to avoid seeing the fading of life. Though he loved eating meat, he dared not watch, especially large animals like cattle. Should kindness make one vulnerable to exploitation?

Moreover, the returning strike has a fixed trajectory; once seen through, it’s easily countered and can even be exploited as an opening for a decisive attack.

At the Arsenal youth training ground, Jack Wilshere provoked Victor repeatedly, first by dribbling the ball himself and launching one-on-one challenges, intent on defeating Victor beneath his feet.

The intense pain was evident, pushing her close to collapse; it was her first time tasting the agony of life worse than death.

Lu Fei immediately took Cang Ye away, finding a mountain retreat in the Land of Whirlpools, far from their base. Here, he intended to consume the Three-Tails.

Earlier, Master Guo had already distanced himself from Lu Xuandong and donated much wealth, so compared to other great families, his was less troublesome.

With this in mind, Ye Yao was about to seize another advantage when suddenly he felt someone tug at his pant leg.

Fortunately, these were desperate outlaws, living on the edge between life and death. When ruthless, they fought fiercely, managing to seal the breach.

‘Grateful’? After all, this fellow had just saved us. Furious? This very man had stolen our vehicles and supplies during the funeral attack and fled, causing us needless peril and nearly costing us our lives each time.

Over the phone, Mo Yitian restrained his thunderous temper, lowering his voice and raising an eyebrow in a measured breath to call her.

Some once said that tender love is a hero’s graveyard; he had scoffed at this, but now... Chu Yu’s gaze grew ever softer as he gently wrapped his arms around Qu You, holding her with a tender pain in his eyes.

His heart was resolute. Lin Qishan now narrowed her eyes at Lin Yi, seemingly waiting for a reasonable explanation.

Chu Yu rolled up his sleeves, his expression calm and composed. He wrung out the embroidered handkerchief in his hand, loosened his outer garment, and began to wipe carefully.

She helped him disrupt the harem’s balance—striking the imperial concubine, contending with the empress dowager, removing traitors—stirring up great turmoil.

Leaning against the headboard, curling up, Lin Xiaomo thought deeply about his last words that night, feeling utterly powerless.

But considering the tight schedule—he was to return home the day after tomorrow—she decided to decline. Unexpectedly, the county magistrate changed the time to the next morning. Though reluctant, Gu Qingyun eventually agreed.

Suddenly, within a hundred-mile radius of Guiyuan Mountain, a thunderous “dong” echoed like a bolt from the blue. The chime sent a visible wave of air rippling outward.

Of course, even if they openly attacked Wancheng, Zhang Xiu’s current strength wouldn’t hold. Yet, it would still exact a cost.

Who could guarantee his luck would hold again? If Zhou Yang died, all those dreams and ideals would be nothing but empty words.

“These things are disgusting, the smell so strong, even if I’m not beaten to death, I’ll be sick to death!” Lai Ying grimaced.

If she could connect with Mo Ke, she would surely have Wang Meng fired! Saying this, Wu Xuan shot Li Yu a hateful glance before turning and leaving the sales office.

If Zi Yi’s body could return to its normal state, she would be the perfect heir for the Zi family. How could Zi Lingtian not be excited?

Tie Ermu’s subordinates were nothing but a ragtag bunch, utterly lacking real skill.

“Humans! This is my territory. You come here without permission? You’re asking for death!” the Demon King shouted at Yang Ting.

“Say that again!” Yan Jun suddenly sprang into action, rushing before Qiu Xiang and gripping her throat with overwhelming force.

The swordsman’s face flushed red. What had been tolerable before now struck directly at his deepest pain. He remained silent, but his eyes were as cold and deep as the ocean, glaring at Li Chengjie.

He hadn’t scared Liu Fei. Instead, the malevolent energy had already entered the room. Moreover, the golden glow from the shoes resisted the surrounding evil and yin energy, though the light was steadily consumed.

Was that man’s weapon truly the sword? Or was the sword merely a disguise? Was the real weapon hidden as a secret? If the opponent was truly a Caster class, it would be so.

The three elders began meticulous inspections, unwilling to overlook a single detail, fearing that if Lin Ying discovered anything amiss, it would cause unnecessary trouble.

“I mean, if I bought a house from you, how much commission would you earn?” Fang Li asked with a smile.

“Yes, I’m currently working at Angel Entertainment, collaborating with EA,” Fu Yan finally revealed his “advantage” after Meng Lu’s subtle hints.

This was a great embarrassment for the dean, who didn’t know how to explain everything to his longtime friend Jun Wuhui.

Everyone nodded. The Hundred Insect Poison King split in two; one part charged into the black hole.

“Mr. Fang, thank you for your help at sea. You are my lifesaver!” Li Zhengqiang bowed deeply before Fang Li. No matter his thoughts, proper respect was due—after all, he had saved him.

After reaching an agreement with Wang Fei, Liu Ling placed dishes into the dishwasher and went to the backyard to begin his cultivation.