Redemption

The live broadcast comments poured down like a waterfall, densely packed, almost obscuring the entire screen. Those glaring words, like poison-tipped arrows, pierced deeply into my heart, every single one of them making me feel suffocated.

"Is Jiang Dian out of her mind trying to ride on his coattails for clout? President Fu is getting married soon, and she's still clinging to him. How utterly shameless!"

"This is truly a first! Never in my life have I seen..."

"Speak! What on earth did you come to Beijing to do!" Just as Ruan Qi raised his fist, he suddenly felt his wrist being gripped by someone, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it even an inch.

The next moment, Long Aolang, drenched in bloody aura like a fierce ghost emerging from a bloodbath—no, rather, like a god of slaughter—completely transformed.

"It's gunfire! The sound of a sniper rifle," Wang Xinggang said with certainty. In fact, all three men in the car were quite familiar with the sound of gunfire; they simply hadn't expected to easily hear a sniper rifle in a place like Beijing.

Those attending school naturally had no time to spare, while dropouts would never even visit the marketplace. Moreover, individuals in this age group are easily influenced by new things, making it very probable that they might obtain contact information for counterfeit currency sellers online, fall into the temptation of money, and ultimately take desperate risks.

To prove himself to Ye Zi, he produced his identification documents: Ministry of State Security Unofficial Operative Badge Number Twenty-Seven, along with the corresponding military Major General's credentials. Back then, Elder Chen and the old man had taken advantage of his youth and ignorance, casually palming off a Second Lieutenant's commission on him—a rank with a vastly different level of authority.

Oddly enough, that indescribable aura was initially extremely faint, resembling a babbling brook. But the moment it entered Long Aolang's dantian, it merged with his preexisting true qi, fusing together into what seemed like a clear pool. However, this pool was not crystal clear, but rather mottled with several mixed colors.

Xi Zhan stared at Rong Lang. With their respective family backgrounds, he had the confidence to make the Xi family accept Rong Lang's existence. But would Rong Lang's family ever accept him?

Perhaps the injury on his foot wasn't very serious; at least Wang Dong couldn't discern any discomfort in his movements. He boarded bus route 601 as usual and headed off in the direction of the school.

Yu Qianhua suddenly said, "I have matters to attend to and must leave." With that, she looked around in all directions, searching for an exit to this place.

Fortunately, there was still a time formation available for use, but time formations were not omnipotent; many types of cultivation simply could not be conducted within them.

This strange horn call not only drew the attention of Wei Changfeng, but also attracted other Han dynasty generals, who raised their heads one after another to look around.

"Damn it, forget it! If you're treating me to drinks over such trivial nonsense, don't blame me for getting upset with you! Whenever you have time, once I'm on leave, the two of us will get together properly!" Waving his hand, the man extinguished his cigarette butt in the car's ashtray and pushed open the door to step outside.

By now, even students from other schools who were participating in a competition for the very first time and were unaware of the specific situation began casting strange, sidelong glances at China University.

With his head lowered and his attitude of repentance quite sincere, Ninety-Six haltingly recounted the scene of their dining experience at Pizza Hut to Xu Tian, though he omitted mentioning that Yan Fengquan was the one who initiated the violence, taking the blame entirely upon himself.

Looking at the fire, Qilong Pine thought of the master of demonic tones Yun Sheng, then straightened his spine and strode proudly toward the majestic eagle.

"Farewell," Xia Mu cupped his fists once more, then stepped into the teleportation array and vanished.

"Fellow Daoists, you've watched enough, haven't you? If you don't show yourselves now, I shall be taking my leave," Xia Mu said, turning his head with a playful glint in his eyes as he looked toward the peak on the opposite side of the cliff.

In the guest room, Jiang Yi was still pondering the words Han Yue had spoken to him. He simply could not figure out what on earth Han Yue's remarks were supposed to mean.

"Boss, how much longer until it's done?" Black Tiger stared fixedly at the pot, the aroma constantly teasing him and bringing him to the very verge of collapse.