Volume 1, Chapter 32: A Trial from Tichai

That appearance was truly a gift from the heavens; he could walk out and everyone would know exactly what he did for a living without him saying a word. If he were under my command, the efficiency of debt collection would surely double.

"Brother Yong," Ye Lin gestured for him to take a seat.

"Brother Asheng, come, let's sit."

They were at the same booth as yesterday, but this time, Ye Lin did not sit across from him; instead, he sat beside Brother Yong, leaving Mad-Face to sit on the edge. On Brother Yong's other side sat a thin man with yellowish skin and the features of a South Asian; he remained silent, and his background was unknown. Brother Yong seemed very respectful toward this man, only inviting Ye Lin to sit after he had settled the man down.

It was his first time climbing to the fourth floor to wait for Baby in his classroom; the previous two times, he had waited on the playground. But waiting on the playground was boring, so he decided to go on an adventure today. He scratched the back of his head and walked toward the western classrooms, unable to explain why, but he just felt that the little guy was definitely up ahead.

Although Cia already had a plan in mind, she still wanted to hear the opinions of Bach, Wang Mingyang, Zhang Shanzhou, Shi Keqiang, and others. Only then could she ensure that the ministers chosen for this mission would be capable of handling the next steps, which was the most critical issue.

Mo Xiaonan had brought Mo Tingxuan here for a vacation, so there were neither servants nor doctors here!

Suddenly, the angry eyes froze, and a flush immediately spread across her face. His devilish face was only inches away, his warm breath lingering on her skin.

At this life-or-death moment, Luo Tu had not yet lost his composure. He came up with one idea after another to escape, only to reject each one immediately.

I said, "I've been searching for most of the day, and I'm getting hungry. Let's go get something to eat." I randomly picked a restaurant; the local specialty was Sichuan cuisine and hot pot. I actually quite like hot pot.

Ling Miao was the type who responded to soft tactics rather than hard ones. If Su Yuyang had spoken those words with anger or sarcasm, Ling Miao would certainly have started a fight. Yet, Su Yuyang seemed to understand Ling Miao perfectly; his voice was very soft, and the entire statement didn't sound like a reprimand, but rather like someone comforting a wounded kitten.

"What do you mean?" both the middle-aged man and I asked instinctively, but Gui Yin shook his head and said nothing more.

I have lived here for four years now, and to be honest, I haven't had enough of it. Three years ago, I met Master Li, and I was moved by his concern for the country and its people. At his request, I traveled to every island along the Great Qing’s maritime border, which made me love this place even more.

"Does sister-in-law still dislike me?" Zhen Man'er pursed her lips in grievance, looked back at Leng Mochen, and then lowered her head.

Han Jinhua's prediction was correct; in the battle where the transport ship killed 40 enemies, Gu Xuan'er defeated Lixin University in just six minutes.

However, after being saved by Kikyo, Onigumo became obsessively infatuated with her. He longed for the power of the Shikon Jewel, yet felt humiliated by his own paralysis.

Beyond all his political rivals, he had elevated his favor to an incomparable degree. While he appeared to be the victor in the struggles against Empress Xiaozhuang and her son, in reality, he was a loser in the eyes of time.

Planet P was the largest planet other than Klendathu, and the number of Arachnids on it was countless. According to intelligence reports, the number of warrior bugs on the planet exceeded one billion.

It was a profound and mysterious art of internal energy cultivation, far more advanced than ordinary methods of creating clones.

Yang Tian walked up the stairs of the Scenic Realm, step by step, guided by Sister Zichen.

Guo Enxiong laughed with lonely abandon, his eyes devoid of any joy, showing only an indescribable bitterness.

Jian Zhongfeng shook his head; he would compensate Wang Yue in other ways, but regarding A-Li, it was impossible.

Suddenly, colors of red and purple erupted all at once, bruising the officer's face. The surrounding recruits were stunned; they had seen tough guys, but none this tough—assaulting an officer before even officially becoming a soldier, a true act of insubordination.

In fact, Liu Feng and Song Qian were much the same, both slumped on the ground without a care. The three of them looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.

Furthermore, Tencent QQ had to develop software like Tenpay and sign contracts with banks; it really kept people busy.

When facing countless enemies at that time, Dong Shanhe would not assume he could take on the entire world.

Legend has it that fear is the food of phantom demons; they wreak havoc here, destroying all ships and downing all planes, just to savor that sense of despair.

A white robe, a pair of white boots. A light breeze brushed against Ye Chen's handsome face, and fine sand drifted across his eyelids.

"These licorice roots are cultivated, and they are of low quality. They don't meet the requirements for medicinal use; using them will affect the efficacy of the medicine," Wang Yao said.

Shi Lixuan sat quietly on the ground, neither speaking nor making a sound. No matter how eloquently Mi Youmeng spoke, he refused to take the bait.

"I've built quite a few more spare parts; another two days and it should be about ready. When the time comes, I'll drive this car back to Montana," Dong Shanhe said, full of confidence.

A month later, Gu Zheng's Tiexian Immortal Art finally reached the seventh level of the third stage, and his strength attained the late stage of the fifth level of internal energy. That month, he didn't have Wu You continue looking for ingredients for culinary cultivation, but focused instead on finding materials for weapon refining.

"She's awake!" Fatty Hu crouched beside Lin Ling, and as soon as he saw her open her eyes, he shouted loudly.

Shimada Shinji, who had just secured a great victory against the aristocratic families of District 11, had no time to celebrate. A phone call from Insector Haga instantly sent the warlord's mood plummeting to the bottom.

Night was deep, and a black shadow flickered across the walls of Luoyang city, where one could not even see one's own hand. The Northern Qi garrison, having completely lost their will to fight, did not notice anything unusual.

"Whether you hurt her or not is not the point now. Why did you kidnap Jiu'er? Is our promise of no use at all?" Su Yehua said indignantly. He truly hated himself; whenever Jiu'er faced hardship, he was never by her side, letting the Third Prince succeed time and time again.

Just as Liu Jiu'er sank into her own thoughts, a low murmur inexplicably rose from the crowd below. What? Had something happened?

Thinking of this, Liu Jiu'er showed her sweetest smile, held the precious sword with both hands, and slowly walked toward the Emperor.

If she were to truly haggle over every detail, at least a thousand lives would be lost throughout the capital. After all, when she was expelled from the Li family, too many people had kicked her while she was down. Especially after she arrived in Qingbei, others kept finding trouble for her. It was clear that someone was trying to force her to her death.

In Jun Chan's heart, there was nothing her Imperial Brother could not do. Every time she asked for his help, no matter how difficult the matter was, he could handle it for her. So, could this matter also be resolved?

"Finally, I get to see the young lady's true face!" the man's voice was smug, as if his eyes could pierce through the veil and see the person beneath.

At the entrance, the golden Lucky Cat No. 1 spoke, its tone carrying an indescribable sense of indifference. This was not its true intention, but merely its inherent nature.

Huan Huan, having been taught the Mirror-Water Sword Technique by Sakura Thirty-eight, wielded his blade with more structure and integrated his own understanding of the sword path. He was more composed in battle and could fully handle things on his own.