Volume 1, Chapter 27: Qiangteng Group, The Appearance of Mad Face

“Originally, everyone was just workers on the construction site; fighting was an everyday occurrence. No one was afraid of anyone else. But this guy plays dirty—he actually kidnapped our family members. And he’s connected to higher-ups. Their men get caught but are quickly released, while ours are held indefinitely.”

“Over time, no one dared to cross them. Now, in Yuezhou, they’re almost a dominant force.”

Old Wang San poured himself a drink as he vented his frustrations.

Ye Lin remained silent, quietly listening, surprised by all the hidden dealings involved.

“Did they ever say who’s backing them?” Ye Lin asked casually.

To capture the leader is to capture the bandits. Without understanding who’s above them...

Song Ke, Zhao Zihan, Zhang Yuchu, and the others all raised their glasses. Though it seemed cheerful, the atmosphere was clearly tense, filled with awkwardness and restraint.

Graceful and gentle as the breeze, she exuded the fresh scent of lemon water. Her deep brown eyes resembled a clear, starry midnight sky—elegant and docile. Her lips, always curved in a smile, unconsciously radiated a warm sunlight, yet she maintained a careful distance, as if inviting deep fascination without crossing boundaries.

“Damn it!” I gasped as I suddenly collided with a tree stump while catching my breath. Looking up, I saw a massive tree standing in the water. What rotten luck!

After hanging up, Jian Ting’s address was sent to my phone. I glanced at it, packed my things, and headed to Jian Ting’s company.

Returning home this time, I met some friends and was surprised to find many had married under pressure.

This time it was a bit far, so I searched for a long while. Luckily, I could read the signs. By nearly five o’clock, I finally found my destination.

Yelü Liang looked very different from the first time we met—his lips dry, his complexion ashen.

Our faces were close; his gaze was gentle, like a pool of spring water. Quietly, he waited for my answer.

“It’s bigger than our sofa,” he admitted, taking off his shoes and lying sideways on the bed. As soon as he settled, the bed suddenly felt much smaller.

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Ouyang Qinhu’s death was not the main concern, but the treasure he held was crucial. Who obtained it mattered greatly.

Kaito Kid, imagining Shinichi Kudo getting beaten up by his own wife, couldn’t help but smile.

After much thought, An Ranran concluded that perhaps too many people had died in this round.

“People here have no names. Why should I have one?” Ming Yue asked curiously.

Unexpectedly, within a week, the Shi family’s rice growth matched that of the seedlings in July. The whole village was abuzz, anticipating a bountiful harvest.

Yan Xiyu was well-liked, especially since he took over his late father’s position at the power plant, where many employees were old friends of his father.

Recalling over a century ago when their armored ships and powerful cannons breached the old Yan Kingdom, one could imagine the scene. Now, finally, some of that pride was returning.

“Younger generation Shi Weiguo dares not!” Shi Weiguo deliberately stated his name, hoping the Ji family would grant his father some respect.

“Hey?? Did you guys see the white powder bag I left here?” a child asked.

While Xuan Fang hesitated, Lan Sheng’s gaze locked onto him, filled with playful amusement.

As Zhuang Jian’s voice faded, others like Chao Wendao and Ling Yunche appeared, none looking as disheveled as expected.

On the road, everyone basked in the joy of victory, many discussing whether to celebrate with beer and barbecue.

Did he hear correctly? The young master, a workaholic, was dumping all his tasks onto him so he could slack off?

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Huan Qingyue bowed her head and knelt in the void before Zhuang Jian, performing the most sincere rites under heaven and earth, pledging allegiance.

Originally a mimicry shape, the black night dissipated, revealing a person standing in its place.

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“If you insist on playing with me, then I’ll see it through to the end!” With no choice now, he squinted his lone eye, his fist clenched tightly. A powerful and authoritative force surged rapidly through his flesh and blood, muscles faintly creaking.

Sensing the commotion, the man immediately became alert. Turning, he saw it was her and his expression darkened.

“All right, our purpose here is to learn and observe. We want to see the training grounds!” Xiao Wei said.

She wore a pale pink palace gown with a matching pleated skirt, her hair styled in a high bun adorned with a pearl-and-jade cloud crown, and an autumn hibiscus tucked by her temple. Over it, a white embroidered long coat with purple flowers completed the impeccable ensemble. Her appearance was of the highest order.

Chu Haoran took a look and understood why Bai Feifei was so shocked—he himself was a little stunned.

“What a captivating smile!” Unconsciously, a rosy flush appeared on her delicate face.

Soon after, four black anti-gravity cars surrounded a white sedan, slowly approaching from afar.

Though none of these people were the top experts of Jutian Peak, each was part of the next generation carefully cultivated by Jutian Peak. Otherwise, they wouldn’t qualify to enter such an important place as Mangshan Secret Realm.

It seemed this kid wasn’t completely clueless about the future. Anyone with that mindset either already had the means to clear their name or was preparing a backup plan.

Hidden among the bushes and branches, he never stopped moving, constantly searching for the next place to evade attacks.

In the darkness, taking advantage of someone’s back turned, he casually drew a long knife and shouted, “Die!” He struck a corpse, severing its head. Blood splattered all over him. Bending down, he fought back a surge of horror, shaking the head in his hand as he strode forward.

She finally turned her head, continuously watching Granny Jinyun. She didn’t utter a word of apology, nor did Granny Jinyun complain. Lu Noxin kept staring, hoping to find a trace of remorse on her face.