Chapter 53: Imprisonment
In the darkness, I felt a sudden, sharp pain at the back of my head, as if countless needles were piercing through. My vision darkened, and I lost consciousness.
When I awoke again, my entire body was cold and stiff. I realized I was tied to a cold iron chair. The rough ropes bit into my wrists and ankles, causing my skin to ache. I struggled a few times but could not move.
The room was dimly lit, with only a single...
I sensed countless pairs of eyes fixed upon me. Ereshkigal felt deeply uneasy, as if those gazes were not mere looks but knives aiming straight for her heart.
“Protecting those two is the greatest help you can give me right now,” Zhorle Feng said, unwilling to waste any time. He shifted his focus back to Qi Gongming. Now that Xiao Ruxuan had calmed Qi Gongming, he intended to extract the truth from him.
She had lost all dignity. Even if Jun Mochou liked her later, she would never set foot in the Jun family’s mansion for the rest of her life.
At this moment, the Soul Devourer sat in the main hall, brows tightly furrowed. Before him lingered a dense purple aura, yet as the Devourer sworn to the Ancient Emperor, he found himself utterly unable to enter.
He was no longer the eldest young master of the Tian family, one of the three great clans of Qingliu Town. Now, he was a warrior burdened with a blood feud as deep as the sea.
“Hello! May I take your order?” Wang Nanbei had just sat down when the waiter enthusiastically approached, greeting him in standard Mandarin.
If that were the case, she would rather not accept this sentiment and just let him do as he pleased, lest she be despised again as useless and a burden.
The fool finally understood—they intended to bring down the iron bird circling halfway up the mountain! He turned to find something suitable.
The remaining second and third ranks were either retained in the capital as heads of departments or dispatched to various posts across the land.
This was quickly confirmed by Hu Chuguang’s team. Neither Zhou Shushan nor Jin Xiaocheng could find any direct connection between Yu Feina and the deaths of Ma Jingjing. This suggested Yu Feina might truly not have actively participated in framing Le Zeying.
Overall, this was a popular type of red wine, generally not too expensive. Moreover, Belgo Winery was not known for excelling in this variety of grape.
The speeding sedan nearly crashed into them. Just as the driver prepared to curse, a sleek black pistol was drawn by the motorcyclist, who fired a shot at the car beside him.
The emperor looked at her, crumpled the scroll he had been writing, and casually tossed it to the ground before slowly slumping back onto the dragon throne.
“Then many thanks, Daoist Dongfang. If this indeed makes things much more convenient,” Wang Tianxu nodded in agreement.
Upon returning home, he saw Wu Ya chatting with their cousins in the living room. Usually, even at home, everyone kept to themselves, but during the Spring Festival, Master Mu enjoyed the lively atmosphere. Whether busy or not, everyone gathered together to foster a sense of reunion.
The third level of the chamber was more spacious. The old oak wine racks, now discolored, bore a rustic patina. Twenty meters underground, though equipped with a carbon-activated circulation ventilation system, the damp air still carried the scent of decaying oak.
As Liu Erlong’s troops advanced, the leftmost and rightmost regiments of the Fifth Division also surged forward.
Steve smiled awkwardly, eliciting a roar of laughter from the audience, which quickly dispelled the previously tense and gloomy mood.
Sui Gu saw the car door open, and a troop of several hundred emerged from the city gate. At their head was a figure clad in iron armor, wielding a tempered iron spear, seated astride a towering yellow steed, galloping forth from the city.
As the primary stronghold of the Green Gang, Shijiazhuang boasted over ten thousand members. Guarding it were Yang Bailang and Li Tang, two of the Green Gang’s Nine Scoundrels.
The previous punch had left Xiong Tianlin wary. This time, the force of the blow was even more fierce and domineering. Xiong Tianlin’s breath caught, and he hastily withdrew his arm, crossing it before his chest to block.