Chapter 32: The Drama Queen

Oh, my little ancestor!

Li Zelin shuddered, terrified that his daughter’s recklessness might provoke the man. He hurriedly pulled her behind him and bowed, pleading for mercy. "Lord Chen, please be magnanimous. My daughter is young and ignorant; she meant no offense. I beg for your understanding."

"Heh, no matter. I find this little one quite amusing. You may step aside."

Seeing Li Zelin remain motionless, Zhaozhao pulled her foolish father, who was blocking her path, behind her. She met Chen Shan’s gaze without a trace of fear. "It’s all right, Father."

"Fine, fine, I’ll talk to him about it." How was a mother supposed to address such a matter? Although Gu Yuehua agreed readily, her headache only intensified.

Convinced that she had mastered horseback riding, she deliberately sent the instructor away, eager to have a gallop on her own.

Machine guns and laser beams strafed the area simultaneously, instantly reducing the thick corridor door to nothingness. Jiang Ming hid behind the wall, looked at the charred tear in his sleeve, and let out a soft sigh of relief. Had he been a second slower, that arm would have been gone.

Wang Kuang, the Administrator of Henei Commandery, was currently at the front lines in a standoff with Lü Bu. Having watched Sun Jian slay Hua Xiong the previous day and seize the primary credit, he had suddenly become the most talked-about figure in the world. Every warlord was stirring with ambition, daydreaming that their own troops could also achieve legendary glory in a single battle.

Xu Yun unleashed three battle spells one by one. With his current mana pool numbering in the tens of thousands, spending 600 points to empower the spells was trivial, yet the boost to the Sun Shooter’s combat prowess was at least several-fold.

China Ocean Shipping was buying hundred-year operating rights even for Greek ports, let alone a super-shipping intersection like the Panama Canal.

"I’m sorry, Sister Hong, I… I would like to ask for two days off," Lin Ruoxi said, looking apologetically at Sister Hong, the owner of the cosmetics shop.

"Whether in politics or business, everyone knows how to put on an act. Talking and laughing to one’s face while stabbing in the back—that’s your fundamental skill. Even if you wish someone dead, you can still approach them with a radiant smile to offer birthday wishes… Isn’t that how it is?" Wen Xinlan attempted to analyze the situation.

"Did you not expect that I would dare to come?" Long Feiyun asked, somewhat confused. Long Feiyun did not understand, but Nangong Aoxue did. Li Daya had once been defeated by his blade and fled in injury, but Long Feiyun knew nothing of this, and Nangong Aoxue had never mentioned it to anyone.

Seeing that beautiful face before him, Mo Langyue was slightly taken aback, before slowly lowering his eyes to conceal his emotions.

Yamauchi Kenichi sat there again today, waiting to hear the sales figures for Chisato Moritaka’s single. Ever since he had been given the task of liaising with Kiichiro Kawabata, he had become exceptionally attentive to the performance of this record.

Su Qing had already begun measuring the house with an infrared rangefinder. To be honest, Su Qing had never used such a device before, but he found it difficult to ask questions. After all, Li Yun had clearly stated that he would handle the measurements and that Su Qing only needed to be responsible for the drafting.

It was obvious that she did not drive often. Throughout the journey, she drove very slowly and rarely overtook other cars; especially on this mountain road, she seemed rather jittery.

Seeing Natsuki’s eyes filled with tears, my resolve instantly wavered and crumbled. Unable to remain a bystander any longer, I drew my sword and walked toward the injured doe.

"I... why must I listen to you? Even if you are my father, don't forget, it was I who destroyed your kingdom." Mordred gazed at him longingly.

However, if one were to claim it was a planned evening workout, and that the vicinity was a place they frequented for exercise, would that not explain the surveillance footage?

Junda Junpei did not take Wang Hong’s affairs to heart. He bore a heavy responsibility; the Japanese Kwantung Army had already arrived as reinforcements, and a series of military operations were about to commence. If all went well, there was a high probability of capturing Beiping and Tianjin within six months.

Pan Di grumbled in dissatisfaction, his words consisting of nothing more than complaints about how Sager had sent them away. Yilai rubbed his white head to soothe him, though he, too, could not help but harbor doubts.