Chapter 36: Is My Business Partner a Scum?

"I am not obsessed with them..."
Wen Yang didn't even have a chance to correct his phrasing.
Pei Yanchuan had already assumed an indifferent air, picking up a glass of champagne from the bar and preparing to leave.
Halfway across the room, as if remembering something of great importance, he walked back with a punchable expression to "kindly" offer a reminder.
"By the way, cake is fine, but don't drink."
As the drinks flowed and the atmosphere warmed, everyone grew familiar, and the conversation gradually picked up. By the end of the meal, everyone had memorized the accents and appearances of their own group. This was one of the primary purposes of dining together first, for in the chaos of a brawl, it would be disastrous not to be able to tell friend from foe.
Immediately following this, cracks began to widen, radiating rapidly from the point where the white light had struck the Nine-Story Demon Tower.
Once they found themselves at a disadvantage, they would immediately collapse; this flaw was both glaring and fatal.
Xue Dong seemed slightly stunned, staring at the black vortex halo that had suddenly shattered, as if he had not yet processed what had happened.
Walking out of the office, he found Old Zhou waiting outside. Seeing Chu Jiangqiu emerge completely unscathed, the man could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
What was even more dire was that, in the end, the black spatial rift capable of devouring all things would completely consume Wei Chen.
"The same." Jiang Dong looked at the image on his phone. If the bracelet had been nothing more than an ordinary piece of jewelry, the sudden appearance of an identical pair, both engraved with the same characters in the same position, could only mean that the bracelet depicted in Li Yifan's drawing belonged to this woman named Han Lingling.
"Thanks to your Majesty’s grace, this subject is doing quite well..." Zhang Xianyong replied, glancing at the Emperor. He had no idea why the Emperor had summoned him; could there be some new task to bestow upon him?
Because every business he operated was a monopolistic, high-profit venture, it would be nothing short of a miracle if he were short on cash.
The so-called "human trafficking"—the business of eternal youth and living sculptures that Oge had previously been involved in—terrified everyone. They feared that these children might also be turned into such "commodities," or perhaps used as subjects for some experiment.
Yet, many years later, due to a series of circumstances, he had inexplicably returned to this seventh basement level. Even more bizarrely, he had returned to the very room he once occupied, where he began to recover fragments of his memory.
"That’s right, Sister He. Whatever grievances or troubles you have, you can tell Brother Bing; he will surely be able to resolve them for you." Li Qian also chimed in to persuade her, for she knew full well what Wang Bing was capable of.
Although the two combat techniques contained countless types of internal energy, the most prominent was the Pure Yang energy. This was the type Wang Bing was most familiar with and the one he could utilize to its greatest effect.
In a single instant, a thousand thoughts raced through the mind of the Dragon Clan's supreme powerhouse, and a decision was made.
Leaving the hotel, Fang Tanya stepped out the door and hailed a taxi. Once seated in the back, she could no longer hold back her tears. She covered her red lips, her body trembling violently, yet she forced herself to remain silent, refusing to let a sob escape. Her heart was in agony, struggling to accept the reality of it all.
"Perhaps Lieutenant Colonel Edward and Captain Delinka made a mistake; after all, it is their first time handling such a matter," Rainerson said.
He took a single step, which appeared casual. Yet, in that one movement, he had already arrived directly in front of Kikubu Sozo.
The Wolf King was finally afraid, but he had no effective recourse, for the hunters' attacks were formidable. While they had yet to wound him, the Wolf King knew full well that if those attacks struck his weak points, he, too, would meet the same end as those who had fallen to the ground.