Volume 1, Chapter 49: President Wang? Which President Wang?

He understood what that old lecher was thinking right away, though he didn't care, and he figured his cousin wouldn't care either. As long as she could climb up in the world, what did it matter if she hooked up with a wealthy tycoon? Society laughs at the poor, not at the prostitutes, after all.

If his cousin could catch the eye of President Yang, his own life would be smooth sailing from then on, and taking another step up the ladder might not even be impossible.
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In the lobby, Manager Gu hung up the phone, looked arrogantly at Ye Lin, and threatened, "Don't you go anywhere. My cousin will be down right away. He knows many high-ranking leaders in the police force. Let's see how you get out of this mess."

"Oh? A hotel vice president has such massive authority? He can even track down my superiors? Well then, I suppose I'll wait..."

Chunxiao smiled maliciously, looking down with triumphant glee at the miserable, beaten-dog state of Luo Xiu. He had already decided that once Luo Xiu's loan came through, he would open the first pioneering Sino-Western luxury restaurant in the Mingguang urban area, with top-tier service across the board.

He threw himself into his hatred like a machine, purely because he loved Jingrong so much.

He sought out Ye Hua to make his intentions clear, and naturally explained the key attack points of the Crotch-Piercing Sword in complete detail to avoid any misunderstandings once the battle began. He certainly didn't want to resort to deceitful methods just to practice his combat skills.

"You believe that reason?" In the dead of night, that person's voice was drawn-out, lingering, and mocking, as if telling a joke so funny it would make him laugh out loud.

The destructive power of this explosion affected the entire city. Countless frogmen had heard the commotion here long ago, but none of them could have imagined it was a clash between divine-level experts.

As it turned out, before chasing down the fleeing Shenzhou Fleet, Beiming Yu had sent Old He back to Hairya Island to bring the old monkey—who was originally garrisoned there—and his troops over to reinforce them.

Meng Yong smiled. "Thank you. This is the highest praise for me, and I will remember it. As long as the common people are safe and at peace, no matter how much grievance and suffering I endure, I have no regrets and harbor no resentment. I will not back down, and I hope you won't either." He looked at Qingming expectantly, his gaze gentle.

Opposite him, Ye Hua also raised his hand. The six corpses beside him followed his command, lunging forward to shield him, and then... charged together toward the Battle Dance Spirit, dashing straight into the storm of flying weapons.

Of course, Huang Ming was destined to end this matter in utter tragedy. After all, Mo Yan was Ye Hua himself. If one thought about it that way, a tragedy was still somewhat merciful; if Mo Yan were to actually fall in love with Huang Ming, that would escalate straight to a disaster.

The "Deflection Shield" hovered in front of Ye Hua like a translucent mirror. By this time, the spell energy of the "Finger of Death" had been completely depleted, yet the unicorn's white beam pressed forward relentlessly toward Ye Hua, losing none of its momentum.

Although Le Wuyi was hot-tempered and, given her nature, would never let things slide, she was Le Chengshan's younger sister, so Mu Zhi didn't intend to bicker with her, especially since no matters of principle were involved.

"It's nothing, your second brother was just asking." Initially, Mu Shaoli had been thinking that this younger sister of his had returned looking almost like a completely different person.

Shi Dutian was busy fighting Wang Buqi when his soul suddenly trembled. Subconsciously looking back, he saw the Su Di Divine Shadow had already closed in behind him.

The world is never short of flatterers. Seeing that Liu Zigui was on the verge of making it big, these opportunists immediately switched sides.

The young man was around eighteen or nineteen years old. He possessed a warm, orange-hued smile, soft eyebrows that curved in gentle ripples, and eyes that seemed to constantly carry a smile, curved like the bright, waxing crescent moon in the night sky.

For now, let Daze and Baijin fight it out. When they grew strong enough, the day of counterattack would be close at hand.

"Energy!" I shouted. Instantly, I felt a massive surge of energy pouring into my body. At that moment, my body became lighter, as if I had transcended the shackles of the physical form and entered a realm of pure light that I had never seen before.

Moreover, such flattering words came from the mouth of this great demon king. She wasn't narcissistic enough to believe that this black-bellied evildoer would genuinely praise her.

After walking for a while, Sang Pingguo discovered the place Qiao Ziqian had brought her to. Wasn't this the so-called Great Shanghai? She remembered there was a know-it-all somewhere inside.

Expecting to see Si Zheyu looking guilty as he tried to explain and apologize, she instead plunged unexpectedly into a pair of his smiling, unfathomable eyes.

"If Ruo'er can see you one last time, I can die with no regrets!" At that moment, Liu Yanruo also saw Wang Tianjie entering the palace all alone. She instantly forgot her own danger, consumed by anxiety and worry, and even began to blame herself.

What brought even greater joy was that since Yuan Chengxian had said those words, it showed his state of mind had not been disturbed by Elder Yu's remarks. People need only act uprightly and with a clear conscience in this world; why should they care about the idle gossip of others?

At this extremely critical juncture, two blood-red long daggers silently spun past Kravche's back, colliding fiercely head-on with the tattered blade fragments controlled by Locke. Countless harsh, screeching sounds of metal clashing instantly filled the air.

Lin Tian leaned in close and whispered into Qin Feng's ear, "Brother Qin Feng, when you meet the City Lord, remember to tell him precisely this..." Qin Feng nodded as he listened.

Here, experts of ten thousand races were as numerous as clouds, and there were even dozens of Earth Immortal powerhouses. Yet upon seeing Yang Fan emerge, they all retreated, and not a single person dared to block his path.

Hearing the veteran agree, Nai Wen immediately scurried over obsequiously to welcome Chen Shihao. For some reason, Nai Wen was utterly terrified of Chen Shihao, likely because that unprovoked gunshot had left a lingering shadow on his psyche.

"How did you obtain this Yin-Yang Sacrificial Art?" Yun Meng looked at Qin Tian with a face full of puzzlement. She was genuinely curious as to why a cultivation technique lost for hundreds or thousands of years had ended up in Qin Tian's hands. Such an opportunity was simply too heaven-defying!

"Uh!" Li Mengixi was completely stumped by Zhang Yanran's question. She truly had never pondered such a matter before.

Had many supremely talented individuals been born in an era abundant in spiritual energy and teeming with powerful beings, breaking through to the Divine Soul Realm might not have been a difficult task.

"That's right, aren't there still some A-rank and B-rank missions? Can't we just turn in the rest of the missions?" asked Kajieli.

In truth, there was no real need for him to come back here anymore; arguably, even the instructors hired by his master might not necessarily be able to defeat him.

"Even if you didn't say it, I was going to bring this up. I also feel that the issue inside your body cannot be delayed any longer." Li Yun interrupted Li Wuyou's words.

Reaching out to stroke Ye Yujie's hair once more, Li Yun gently nodded, a trace of doting affection displaying across his face.

Tong En, you still cannot let go of your son. Can't you spare even a fraction of your love for Yuhao and give it to me?