Chapter 26: Keep That Filthy Man Far Away

Pei Qiaonian pushed her away in disgust. “Don’t get so close to me.”
Xu Yunzhu withdrew her hand with a hint of dejection. “Alright.”
Special Assistant Gao, who had witnessed the entire scene, was left speechless.
It was the first time he had seen their boss appear so humble. In the past, no matter who stood before him, he would never stoop so low—even if the emperor himself arrived, he would be the most arrogant man in the room.
Gao had reasonable doubts that their boss had been replaced, but he had no proof.
The rest of the journey was quiet; with Special Assistant Gao present, the two barely exchanged words.

Tang Shanhun shuddered, suddenly sobering up. He knew that once you sat down at the gambling table, it was like joining the underworld—there was no way to come and go freely, and you lost control over your own fate. The men crowding around him didn’t even leave a sliver of space; escape was impossible.

At the break of dawn, Lin Yi opened his eyes and was surprised to find himself free of any fatigue or discomfort. He didn’t yet realize that as he unraveled the mysteries of the Phantom Step technique, the primal Taiyan energy within him began to flow, following the innate guidance of his spirit, dissolving blockages and coursing through his meridians.

Xing Luo did not understand, but truth be told, neither did many other chess masters who had lived far longer than he. They would not necessarily be able to answer this question either. Holding onto his confusion and bewilderment, Xing Luo gradually leaned against the bed and drifted into a hazy sleep.

In the cultivation world, there were few formations designed to resist spiritual consciousness, but it was different in other realms. Some schools depended on devouring the spirit of others to enhance their own strength—sinister and ruthless beyond measure.

On an ordinary day, Nianxin might have noticed the faintest breath in the room, but now that she was pregnant and weary from travel, she noticed nothing amiss.

“Go for it,” Qin Ruyi encouraged Tang Jin from behind. After all, she was the one who invited him. If he couldn’t even handle the punching bag, not only would Tang Jin lose face, but Qin Ruyi herself would be embarrassed.

The mighty United States could not tolerate failure—at least, it could not accept the humiliation dealt by the Vietnam War. The White House announced: North Vietnam must accept the new ceasefire agreement, or face even more ferocious attacks. As a result, before American troops had fully withdrawn from Vietnam, tens of thousands more were sent to the battlefield.

Though I stated clearly that the one killed was a Japanese, I’m still dissatisfied with how things ended. After all, this was Xing Luo’s first time taking a life, and he killed so many at once; logically, that seems highly improbable.

Wu Anguo’s smile was uglier than a weeping face, blood bubbling at the corners of his mouth. Hoarsely, he said, “Who would’ve thought—I'd die by a flying hammer, too.” He could hold on no longer. With a crash, he collapsed to the ground, eyes closing as if he had simply fallen asleep.

Before he could finish, the one who realized they had been deceived landed a heavy punch on his face. Unexpectedly, he grinned slyly, his body shuddered, and he spat a mouthful of blood right onto his assailant’s face. His head lolled to the side and he moved no more, the corners of his mouth still curled in a mocking smile.

“The place where Nini stayed last time,” Liu Yuchen answered without hesitation, believing she already knew.

Though it had taken him a full three months to learn, he had mastered it in the end, hadn’t he?

“No, no, no, I should be thanking you—how could I possibly ask you for compensation? Really, there’s no need. I’ll be going now.” With that, Nanxi turned and left. She wore flat shoes, and her steps were steadier than ever.

Before long, Zhuo Ling really did come out. The reporters poured forth en masse, swarming toward him, blocking the only exit completely.

What on earth is Dongfang Ye up to? Anyone could tell these wedding dresses were high-end custom pieces—surely not cheap.

Bruce puffed on his cigar, one hand in his pocket, his gaze calm as he looked through the smoke at Xi Men Aoshi.

“Boss Snake, when Director Cheng contacts the island, I’ll report this situation to him. But as for what decisions he’ll make, I dare not promise anything,” Liu Weiguo replied after much deliberation.

How heartless and ungrateful—just last night he’d sworn eternal love to her, and tonight he acts as if he doesn’t even know her.