The bait has been cast; now, we sit back and wait for the fish to bite.

Lu Ying walked out quickly, hiding in a corner to observe everything happening on the street. The men sent to grab the target were being pinned to the ground, while the woman named Wang Hong stood off to the side, comforted by a few others.

Realizing that this deal had completely fallen through, Lu Ying quietly slipped away and returned home. A short while later, Wang Zhijun walked in as well.

"What on earth is going on? Weren't everything arranged properly? How did it still go wrong?" Seeing Wang Zhijun approach, Lu Ying stepped forward to ask.

Sometimes, a fleeting desire to return to those innocent years would pop into her mind, but she knew that once she stepped onto this path, she could never turn back.

"Kyon, what's wrong?" The two of them noticed that Kyon's state seemed a bit off, and Furukawa Akio asked with genuine concern. No matter how much they joked around, in his heart, he truly regarded Kyon as a close friend. Although the time they had spent together was short, he could sense Kyon's sincerity.

Seeing this, I suddenly remembered what Zhen Mei-hui had said—that Tian Tian had gone to that joint on Garden Road. Could this Doudou actually be Tian Tian? If that was the case, it meant Doudou, or rather Tian Tian, was already dead.

"Stop... stop pulling..." Kyon rubbed his temples and crawled up from the ground. It was the first time he realized that there really was a song listened to with the soul—after listening to it, only the soul remained.

Of course, we were not responsible for manufacturing; our only duty was to handle the electronic car parts coming in from the outside, dispatch them to the production lines without delaying their operations, and ensure that the inventory matched the company's accounting records.

With that, she skipped away happily, leaving me to shake my head helplessly. Upon walking into the dormitory, I saw Zhao Lei with bruises all over his face, looking as though he had been in a fight with someone.

"Last night... what happened?" Hua Xiyan heard her own hoarse, torn, and utterly grating voice.

"Huh? She has no head, no ears, no auditory nerves. Where on earth does she hear sounds from? And what does she use to think?" Haruhi Suzumiya stared in curiosity, her gaze finally stopping on Celty's breasts—does "big breasts and no brain" mean that all the functions of the brain have migrated to the chest?

Tang Xunlong merely glanced at Wang Xin with disdain and ignored him. Wang Xin was rebuffed, but he wasn't discouraged; he simply drank that glass of wine himself and gave me another look, which probably meant it was time to act.

Having been through countless battles, I had long since developed a conditioned reflex. My right hand instinctively rose to block, and my body prepared to further neutralize the force, yet it hit nothing at all.

I shared this thought with Ruoxiang, and she nodded in agreement. With a movement of her long sleeves covering her face and then lowering them, her countenance transformed from gorgeous to delicate and refined.

Lin Zixuan told her that only by thoroughly recognizing the existence of evil would people yearn for goodness; this was meant as a warning to the world.

She secretly wiped away her tears and smiled with contentment, looking almost like a fool, simply because she suddenly remembered that night amidst the clashing of blades when she lay quietly in his arms—an unforgettable memory of a lifetime.

Even a terrifying existence like Sargeras had fallen, and the place of his fall was none other than Azeroth.

A strike is a systematic project; it cannot be achieved merely by shouting a few slogans. It requires thorough preparation, and acting hastily will only lead to failure.

Kuang Tu gave a few instructions to Chimei and ordered him to escort the Flying White Wolf to Yingzhou for further interrogation. Afterward, he sealed Liyin Mountain with an immortal talisman and led everyone flying over to Changbai Mountain.

In fact, the Ming Army Aviation had dispatched a formidable aerial force to provide support quite early on. Unexpectedly, however, the US Army Aviation—which rarely mobilized on a large scale anymore—launched a massive sortie at that exact moment and successfully intercepted the large fleets of Ming aircraft flying toward Manhattan Island from various directions.

"Ah-Chou, I'll ask you one last time: are you going to let us go or not?" It sounded like gambling away the very last chip.