54 Hesitation

"You mean all of this was paid for out of your own pocket? What about the Tri-Sacred One?" Li Qingfeng asked, puzzled.

"I'll let you off for today, but I'll settle accounts with you tomorrow!" Dongfang Ding glared at him, his eyes filled with contempt.

The flying saucer landed right in the middle of the street—a terribly poor spot. Before He Chang could even react, a car slammed straight into the craft with a loud bang.

"All of these matters were obtained by Brother Hua from within Area 51 through certain means. They did not conceal these things from us, and I have also shared this information with Brother Li," Zhao Yunhan added.

"Things didn't go smoothly?" Seeing him remain silent, Siyan hesitated for a moment before pressing on.

"Let's end our conversation here for today! Lastly, I wish you all a safe and smooth journey to Egypt!" The district chief patted Li Qingfeng on the shoulder and walked out.

Norman shook his head. Of those five, apart from Qin Tian who had entered with a backpack, the other three had merely brought their personal weapons and a few torches, leaving all their other equipment outside the cave.

Li Feiyu offered a cold smile, fully understanding why this man was dropping the name of the so-called Shangling Sect: he meant to use his background to intimidate him.

Tied up and sitting on the ground, Wang Lingfei watched this scene in fury, desperately trying to stand up, but she was shoved firmly back to the ground by the men on either side.

The blade swept horizontally with tremendous force, and Han Xue instantly sliced clean through half of the corpse's skull. My position was unfavorable; that flying half-skull happened to smash directly against my chest. Caught completely off guard, I was given a massive, terrifying scare by the sudden mishap.

"Who is it?" Smith said calmly, his demeanor suggesting that taking a life was nothing more than an everyday routine for him.

With that, silence fell once again. Because this was the suburbs, and the night bore the damp chill of the south, he decided to call Weimin. To his unexpected dismay, however, Weimin's phone was switched off.

Having failed to secure a marriage alliance with Weiguo last time, they were meeting again now. One had to admit there was still a thread of fate between them, though she never expected that Lin Qingyue would quietly climb to such a position.

"I have summoned you before my palace today for only one question: was it Gu Nianhuan who helped you find your way to the Qin State?" Murong Jing lowered her gaze to play with her fingernails, her expression completely indifferent.

Tang Shaoyan almost laughed out loud, thinking to himself: You're quite something, pinning the title of specially invited doctor on me. Are you deliberately trapping me like this out of fear that I might wash my hands of the matter and walk away?

However, Lin Yaran felt a wave of nostalgia for Meng Zheng's younger days, when he was much like Meng Shaoting is now—dashing, handsome, and debonair. Though outwardly stern and reticent, he was actually quite repressed and passionate on the inside. Back when they were newly married, he would often tease her. But as time passed, romantic love had transformed into familial affection, losing that initial ambiguous charm.

Her hair, cascading down to her ankles like ink, was tied with a string of chiming green jade bells. The very moment she suddenly turned around and offered a faint smile, heaven and earth themselves trembled in awe. Her gentle, radiant smile was exquisitely beautiful, to the extent that human language could scarcely describe her grace.

Gu Nianqing had only just managed to sort out the sordid affairs within the Prime Minister's estate when she was passively dragged into an even deeper whirlpool.

"I only want to say one sentence, and then we'll fight. You are both far too impatient," Tang Shaoyan smiled, secretly sliding the silver needles into his palm.

"Awoof, awoof, awoof..." Roaring in agony, the ferocious dragon abruptly jerked its head up and lunged at the Taoist nun.

At the mention of the words "military flying vessel," Paris used the tip of her finger to point at the crystal key.

Shangguan Zishu shook her head and said, "No, you cannot die. Don't you know? Immortals cannot die; they can only be reduced to flying dust and ashes. Do not die." She looked at Yun Mo and pleaded, "I beg you, save her. I beg you, lift the seal upon her. I will kowtow to you." With that, she bowed and kowtowed before Yun Mo.

Hearing the news, Xiuluochat was overjoyed. The next day, while Wukong and the others were journeying westward, they happened to encounter King Liang's grand touring procession. Xiuluochat, who had been secretly trailing them, was struck by an idea. Transforming into an elderly crone, she intended to use a sob story to trick Wukong and his companions into entering the city.

"You... do you really intend to do this?" Aier looked first at the Dragon God and then at Michelle, the implication of his words unmistakable.

Since the mountain gun had already been handed over, Li Ziyuan decided to be thoroughly helpful to the end. Apart from a single Czech light machine gun and all the machine gun rounds, he had Wang Chen take away all the remaining miscellaneous firearms, including Hanyang rifles, Jin-manufactured Type 38 rifles, and Jin-manufactured 79 rifles.

Chu Baiyi's gaze suddenly turned solemn. Only a crisis of considerable magnitude could prompt such a heavy look from a cultivator of his tier.

Meanwhile, the relentless air raids by U.S. aircraft along the way—against which they had virtually no means to fight back—made Li Ziyuan feel immense pressure. The few Soviet-made anti-aircraft machine guns they had received as reinforcements were like a drop of water in a bucket. Eventually, under the pretext of conserving ammunition, Li Ziyuan simply ordered the anti-aircraft guns to cease firing altogether.

On the contrary, the members of the Kang family still possessed some backbone, declaring that they could never bow their heads to someone surnamed Lü. When had the Kang family ever stooped so low? Doing so would utterly tarnish their family's honor.

Wuming's eyes lit up, revealing her sweetest smile. Even the bright moonlight paled in comparison to her radiance, instantly casting a brilliant beam into Xiaofeng's heart to form its most beautiful memory.

"Call me Yingfei, and let us toast to our success." Before Duanmu Fei could finish her sentence, she was earnestly and solemnly interrupted by Zhang Yingfei, right in front of her client. She was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Yu Jingchen's grandmother had passed away, yet the elder of the Yu family did not display even a hint of grief.

Seeing this, Baron Baal opposite him chose not to attack and instead retreated, which put Harold on high alert as the green radiance from the divine pool on his chest flared brilliantly.

Claudia unfurled her folding fan to cover her lower jaw and smiled, saying, "Naturally, I am satisfied. By the way, many thanks to you, Junior, for yielding and letting Senior have the laboratory that day!" The first half was addressed to Jeanette, and the second half to Eric.