Volume One, Chapter 125: Everyday Life I

“Test passed.” Yuan Yanzhou held the baby before her. “The signal-to-noise ratio is better than the target specification.”

The tiny baby scrunched up her face, then suddenly seized a strand of Jiang Yingli’s hair.

Yuan Yanzhou lowered his voice. “She looks like you.”

Yet Wei Ye’s tone made it sound as though he had reluctantly bought a box of some mostly useless health supplements from a salesman who had shown up at his door to promote them.

To be safe, Lu Fei still did not immediately release Yu Hualong’s primordial spirit. Instead, he asked Master Huitong to make another trip to Jiang City. Only after accompanying Zhang Dinglong in reclaiming every one of the industries under the Zhang family’s name did Lu Fei secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Xu Zhi hurriedly brandished his sword and shielded Zhou Yuanzhi, fending off the rain of arrows around her. Li Cunxiao and He Mengjiao could only wave their swords to protect themselves. Xue A’tan, however, had been struck by several arrows and could no longer hold out; she collapsed into the grass.

“Then come up with a plan. What are we supposed to do? Didn’t you say we might still encounter enemies?” Neji said.

As for Wei Ye’s actions, He Ming did not take offense. After all, Wei Ye’s physical strength was right there for all to see, and the Prison Thunder Blade that had stabbed him in the back had already served as proof.

“All right, I’m only protecting President Liu’s safety. You know that, don’t you? The company is in an extremely dangerous situation right now, and Liu Ruxi could run into danger at any moment. I promised Liu Tianpeng. How could I simply refuse to do anything?” Lin Feng patted Chen Mengjie on the shoulder and comforted her.

Li He’s contributions were immense—every Taoist in the nation knew that. Thus, after the Tiger Cavalry Sect was founded, nearly every Taoist worshiped Li He and dreamed of becoming a great figure like him. The Tiger Cavalry Sect had practically made him its own hero, yet now they claimed that Li He’s accomplishments had surpassed those of his sovereign. Who would believe such a thing?

After Lu Tianxiang finished speaking, the four representatives looked at one another. Not one of them, Song Yingxing included, truly understood what Lu Tianxiang meant.

That being the case, those so-called uncles of his who had never accepted him should have been delighted, shouldn’t they?

Zheng Zhilong was secretly overjoyed. Yulin Bay’s arrangement was tantamount to placing a gold ingot directly into his hands. If he truly occupied Nagasaki, he would effectively control Japan’s shipping routes.

I quickly squeezed the big-bearded man’s elbow. Was this bearded idiot out of his mind?! Soldiers who offered themselves up like this should never be turned away. Besides, in war, when had anyone ever complained about having too many troops?

Jack’s friends were all Black Eggs. Other than Jack, who looked slightly more robust, the rest were all scrawny as rakes. Yu Muyang felt that the problem was not especially serious.

Of course, he could also directly set the ability to deprive the other party of their Devil Fruit power. But becoming like Im and turning someone directly into a Devil Fruit was beyond him, leaving his plan to extract Devil Fruits stillborn.

Black Egg immediately sent over the satellite photographs from S.H.I.E.L.D. The entire area around Beverly Hills in Los Angeles was shrouded in a layer of darkness. One could call it a mass of snakes, or even a thundercloud, and no one would object.

“Your Majesty, why have you summoned this old servant?” An elderly woman trembled as she stood hunched over with her head bowed.

Based on the experiments conducted over the past year at the cost of countless lives, it was known that the Fifth Kazekage had a sensory range of three hundred meters. Within that distance, he could detect any attack, and every attempt at a sneak attack was doomed to fail.

As for the international seminar whose proceedings had been delayed, he finally let go of his “resentment” somewhat. At worst, he could ask Fu Dong and the others who had attended about it.

There was no way so many of them could be afraid of a single Song Ning, even if Song Ning’s fists were rather powerful.

Besides, it really wanted to ask its esteemed host: Was credibility actually something valuable to you?