45 Don’t argue

Unlike Jeremy Watanabe, who has acquired American citizenship, Jeremy freely proclaims himself a devout Catholic without hesitation. Watanabe, however, cannot afford such openness.

"Yes, Mr. Secretary of State, my name is not Nervous—no, I mean, I am not nervous at all. My name is Jeremy, from Jeremy—no, no, my grandfather once lived in Jeremy—" It was clear Jeremy was unprepared; this was a disastrous start.

"Xiyue, I just remembered that Black Bear has something urgent for me; he must be waiting anxiously. You two continue talking—I must go now." Shuyu gave an awkward smile and fled the scene.

As for today's matter, he certainly dared not speak of it carelessly. Black Bear single-handedly slew multiple Wuzong warriors with ease. Unless he sought death, the secret would remain buried deep within him.

"In that case, let’s move out!" Captain Elbred interrupted his subordinate’s fervent roar with a smile. With a single command, he led the charge, diving down like a cavalryman. After circling past the towering smoke columns, he abruptly pushed the control stick down. The nose of the A-1 attack aircraft plunged instantly, heading straight for an intact train.

"What’s going on?" the mayor of Salt Town, An Dingguo, asked irritably. He had just dreamed of becoming emperor after pacifying the world, only to be rudely awakened by Wu Tianliang’s ill-timed intrusion. How could An Dingguo be pleased? His tone grew harsh.

Once support from MiG was lost, it meant losing the protection of the mighty Mi Goyang umbrella. At that point, Liulika and other aviation engine design bureaus would seize the opportunity. Krimov would be completely squeezed out of the aviation engine development field—a fate he did not wish to see.

After purchasing Molokai Island, Jeremy paid to relocate all leprosy patients to nearby Lanai Island, turning Molokai into his private domain.

Huo Junzhe hesitated, then drove back. At the gate, he carefully questioned the security guards. Confirming that Aimou had not returned, he retraced his route, hoping to intercept her halfway.

While Huangguo deliberated on how to handle Xiandeng Town, Zheng Fang finally returned there. Upon arrival, Zheng promptly handed over affairs to others and went directly to visit Qu Yi.

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For the next six months, Mo Lin ran every morning without fail and trained his upper body strength after dinner. He crafted two adjustable dumbbells and performed at least two hundred lateral raises daily. Simple exercises like push-ups and sit-ups were also part of his daily routine.

However, Old Lin was an ordinary man. Lin Sanye was different—one of the top masters of the imperial capital’s main family. Although technically Old Lin’s nephew, Lin Sanye had reached the grandmaster realm a decade ago. Rumor had it he had now attained grandmaster perfection—the strongest of masters.

About ten brothers involved in the fight reached the school gate and had just gotten out of their vehicles when the academy’s disciplinary squad and guards, long waiting, immediately surrounded them and without argument arrested them, locking them in a temporary detention center.

If an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator walked unprepared into this formation, they would be instantly consumed by heavenly fire.

Even with such a powerful divine consciousness, the moment the golden ring trapped him, he barely sensed something amiss—there was no time to react.

The person cradled in his arms—more accurately, the corpse—was Han Yan, Mo Yi’s mother, who had earlier seemed to have been reduced to ashes by Huayu.

Wushuang fell silent for a moment. In recent days, I have been too quiet, as though Wushuang’s original temperament was transplanted onto me. This sudden outburst clearly unsettled Wushuang.

He didn’t dare to watch further. The large hoe was incredibly sharp; sometimes it could sever tree roots in one strike. If it fell on my father’s body, it would be the end.

Although Mo Lin was strong-willed, when the temperature dropped to minus sixty-five degrees, he truly struggled. His long-unused joints began aching again, the pain sharper amid his stiffened body.

The opponent strictly adhered to the rule that cultivators above Early Celestial Emperor could not participate in planetary development. Thus, among the millions, an Early Celestial Emperor’s instantaneous magic attack would be at the extreme lower limit. What effect could an Early Celestial Lord’s attack have on Chen Han?

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Li Junxiu smiled subtly, delicately concealing the faint sorrow rising in his heart. His slanted, long, and graceful phoenix eyes, bright as peach blossoms, seemed intoxicated by the gentle breeze.

Speaking of which, Xiaoyaozi hesitated, uncertain whether to reveal his true thoughts.

The siblings Liu Xialing hurried toward the airship parked nearby. Their rank did not allow storage space, unlike Li Si, who could conveniently store and retrieve items at any time.

"How is he a rogue?" Xing’er was stunned. The man was cold, taciturn; how could he be a rogue?

The rain not only brought ample water but also caused great losses in City C. During these three days, almost no one could work normally; many simply took leave and stayed home.

Thus, this place became a gathering spot for all walks of life, where all kinds of news could be easily heard.

"Do you know me?" Jiang Hai asked in puzzlement. He hadn’t been here for three years and hadn’t expected the woman’s mother to still remember him.

"Why aren’t you smiling? Why not smile? I told you to smile, so smile!" Lu Chen immediately sensed that Li Si was spent, exhausted and unable to fight back. He refused to kill him outright and instead chose to toy with him thoroughly, venting his anger fully.