17. Drug Dealer Caught at the Construction Site

Withdrawing his brother’s hand, he carefully disinfected the wound, applied the ointment, and then tightly bandaged it. They had truly lost face in front of Lu Chen, and they would surely try to make up for it at Yu Kui’s place.

Lin Jingfeng’s expression darkened, and the others cast increasingly hostile glances at the Lord of Yunzhou, unable to conceal their animosity.

After thanking Dong Ye Guangze, he walked together with Senior Sister Xiang Tian toward the dining area.

She had once attempted it but found the taste either too salty or too bland—nothing like it should be—so she gave up on entering the kitchen.

Originally, he was not pursuing Su Ruoqing for colluding with the demon clan; rather, he used that accusation as a pretext to seek justice for the forty disciples in his name.

If nothing was done about Asakusa’s mother, it would be very difficult for the two of them to make any progress in their relationship.

“Although these two countries only collect a few million taels of silver in taxes annually, once the roads are properly built, I guarantee they can increase their tax revenue to tens of millions each year. Naturally, they are willing to take loans to build the roads,” Sun Yu explained the situation in detail.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here,” as expected, Song Xuanyi gently patted Duan Xue’er’s back to comfort her.

The two walked one after the other, leaving only Wen Ziqin, Gu Yan, and the trembling Li Laoda kneeling in the courtyard.

Seated atop the godly Steel Mane, Serszanni swung her chain mace like a falling star.

Activating her ultimate move, the barbarian immediately tried to flee, but slowed by decay, how could he possibly escape Vayne?

Soon, the stall vanished from sight, and passersby and merchants around acted as if they had never noticed a fortune-telling stall nearby.

A large golden-eyed wolf rolled forcefully yet sluggishly in the grass; Luo Tian clung tightly to the wolf’s body, blood pouring from his mouth.

Yuan Meng was exactly a fool—just a little provocation and he immediately fell for it.

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Following closely behind his father, Xia Mingfeng exited the secret chamber and retraced their original path.

Within the Tianlong Trading Company, conflicts had long escalated to a boiling point, with struggles erupting in various places.

“Nogiko, take care of him,” Zhao Ji ordered as she took control of the Storm God King beside her.

“We can still spare some troops here. At worst, we’ll contract our defenses and retake the ground later,” Garen suggested.

“Teacher, my strength isn’t enough yet. I plan to challenge only after I’ve mastered my abilities,” Shen Tianyu said.

“What’s wrong with you? After so many years, you still cry so easily,” the man smiled, reaching out to pinch her cheek.

“Now that he’s an adult, we should let him take responsibility for his actions. Ning’er, the child has grown up. Let him go—he’s already eighteen and can stay out overnight,” Ling Mo was even more lenient with the child than Ning Yuanlan.

“You’re so despicable…” Chen Xiuli closed her eyes and collapsed to the ground, as if in slow motion, falling toward Lin Xiao.

“Mo Yan Xiu.” Mo Yan Xiu calmly stated her name, her violet eyes fixed unblinkingly on the woman’s face. But seeing no expression, she turned and left. A flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes—she was truly unfamiliar with her own name, unable to recall it.

“Haha, Lou Xiang is mistaken. From now on, you have only one lord—that is me! Why would I need to see proof of my sincerity?” Xiao Jingwu replied joyfully. Though not explicitly stated, his words already acknowledged Qi’s peace offer.

“I’m going to take a bath,” Ning Yuanlan obediently went to the cloakroom to pick out some loungewear before heading to the bathroom.

The staff tried to stop them, but these two were so formidable that no one could intervene—the scene descended into chaos.

“In that case, strip him of his title and demote him to county duke. He participated in the western campaign as a third-rank military officer, so based on his military merits, this crime should be judged accordingly. What do the ministers think?” Li Shimin made his decision.

Mu Yunzhi and Yin Xingyuan both looked toward Yin Tianchao, seeing him plugged with various instruments and wires, their hearts both aching and worried.

Shu Mo looked at him with a mixture of amusement and disbelief, unsure whether he was serious or just sulking.

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“Meng Yao has indeed left. Are you going or not? If not, I’ll call the police!” Director Zhao threatened.

Then, Ye Xiaofeng raised his finger slightly, and a sphere of fresh blood instantly lifted from Ye Haoran’s forehead, suspended in midair.

Dan Feng’s face was slapped red by Lin Fei, leaving a clear imprint of five fingers. After a severe beating, he lost all temper, curling up pitifully like soft mud.

After watching, most viewers would write their reflections, insights, and reviews online. Naturally, they would also recommend the film to their friends on social media platforms like WeChat Moments and Weibo, sharing with those unaware of the story.

“I…” The ghostly voice I wanted to encounter just now still echoed in my ears, and the dorm supervisor’s words suddenly stuck in my throat.

Lin Fei’s guess was correct—while the dead fat man gave his statement, he boasted endlessly, spinning grand tales. He even turned Lin Fei’s self-defense into a heroic act of righteousness, full of lofty phrases, making Lin Fei seem like the protagonist of a wuxia novel, glowing with an aura of a chivalrous hero.

“Yan Jun, what kind of demon is Dongfang Yu? Why is he so reckless?” Ming Ling asked curiously.

He Taiping winked at He Ming with pride, then discreetly gestured for him to mind his own business, turning his attention back to the television.

Similarly, Wu Hao and others were jolted awake from their cultivation by the massive sound waves.

The original self was indeed aware of the emergence of the world’s dark primal force. But upon learning it belonged to the shadowy realm’s power, he realized this place would become the future underworld—the domain of the world’s dark energy. Thus, he had not interfered with the dark primal force.

Wang Shanlang, isn’t seven years too long? You see, my aunt became my master for only five months and 150 days, yet she has already triggered a resurgence of the old poison I struggled to suppress for eight long years! She is always both within and beyond my expectations—how can I not be stirred? How can I not go mad?