Volume One, Chapter 28: Undermining the Foundations of Socialism?

“What if we refuse the Duke’s suggestion?” Man Le could hardly accept such a proposal; all he wanted was to execute the fierce general first, then sweep eastward, catching the Winter Kingdom in a pincer attack.

The moon hung as a half circle, the breeze carried the scent of wine, and the guests had all departed. Li Honest splashed his face with cold well water, feeling sweat bead in his palms. Annoyed, he spat on the ground and turned to slip back into the house.

Faced with such an outcome, the Grand Manager realized he had been led by the nose from the very beginning; his opponent was clearly a genuine master of extraordinary skill.

As he brooded over how to win over Blue Swallow, a sudden, stabbing pain shot from his arm through his entire body, making him cry out in agony.

But to Bu Zhantiger’s disappointment, Lin Yu had no desire for any entanglement with him, so he could only leave with his subordinates.

A phantom appeared before Lian Sheng, who immediately grew alert. With a raise of his hand, countless bolts of lightning gathered into blades, spears, swords, halberds, and other weapons, all ready to be unleashed, leaving no chance of survival.

Although Wu Tian always wore a gentle smile, his tone carried a hint of menace.

At this moment, Uncle Liang’s face flickered with light and shadow, and in his cloudy old eyes, a sharp gleam appeared. Always so calm, he reacted intensely only because he had heard a name buried deep in his memory—Di Wu.

After speaking, he moved, poised to pounce; dealing with a foolish roe deer required brute force, not a slingshot. Luo Xue, seeing Wan Fei Bai act, was not to be outdone, instantly assuming an attack stance. The two lunged at the deer almost simultaneously.

As soon as the words were spoken, Yan Qiwu pressed a button on the desk. The hollow middle of the oval conference table rose up to reveal a miniature artificial mountain—unlike ordinary decorative rocks, its stone was smooth and rounded, resembling a short wall.

“What kind of position are you talking about? Oh, you two—during work hours—oh, how shameless.” At some point, Second Fool shuffled over, overhearing our conversation, and, as if discovering a new continent, exclaimed excitedly. When I looked up to greet him, he was already over by Sugar Bean.

“I feel like I’ve forgotten something,” Chen Heng sat on the bed, lost in thought, but ultimately failed to recall what it was.

Those Flame Demons may be a little dim-witted, but their eyes worked well enough; they spotted Chen Heng immediately.

“It's been months, and your hair has grown so long?” I looked at Xue Tingting’s long hair in puzzlement.

“Alright, let’s leave it at that,” Chen Heng sighed, pushing his old bicycle toward the exit of the half-plane.

Everyone knew Xin Xing’s mood was still unsettled, so they all left the room one after another.

Improving existing weaponry, Jin Xing invented the flying crossbow firebomb and the projectile firebomb. These large-scale destructive weapons, crafted under contemporary conditions, were weaker than future bombs but more potent than the era’s simple gunpowder.

Just now, seeing Mo Wentian and others faint, half of those present immediately realized it was the work of “Poison-Handed Immortal Physician” Sun Zhong. Aside from him, no one else could poison enemies so stealthily, without harming allies.

“Yes!” The Shield Warrior Commander knew the Red-clad Cardinals all competed with one another, but since these two had spoken, he, as commander, naturally knew what to do.

If hearing that East Invincible fought five top masters was merely unbelievable before, the revelations from Lin Han afterward were utterly shocking.

“Brother Fu, it’s best not to go. I don’t think Li Quan is a good person. The city is full of his troops—if he intends harm, wouldn’t you be walking into a trap?” Someone stepped forward to advise at this moment.

Unconsciously, she suddenly saw a vision: a magnificent golden bird, its wings several yards long, flying on the wind. With a single sweep of its golden wings, the clouds above seemed to roll away like wind-driven waves.

The person who swiftly disarmed Li Wan’er’s sword stood nearby on the snowy ground. His purple robe rippled in the wind, graceful and elegant, with features like jade and expressive eyes. He was none other than Qi Yifei, acclaimed as the most handsome man in the realm.

He struck horizontally, tearing through the void, scattering swaths of pitch-black fire beams like a rain of black arrows.

“We’re here to reinforce the troops and still have to visit many places like Yangzhou and Suzhou. The task is heavy, and now is hardly the time for idleness.” Li Zongqing frowned, clearly disagreeing with Xu Ziling’s approach.

Mongolian cavalry charged in waves, yet failed to break through the Song army’s lines; instead, their ranks became increasingly compressed, unable to maintain their rapid assault, and the Mongols finally realized something was terribly wrong.

“Is that you, Nephew Lin, up ahead?” Even before Lin Han could greet him, Zuo Ming called out first.

There was nothing to do but cry; my head was stuck in the collar—was my head too big, or had I just bathed and swollen from the heat?

But the new state was not yet established, and had yet to gain the authority of the Roman Curia. Yet the independent wolf Stephen impatiently bestowed titles, spitefully granting them all to foreign enemies. It was clear he was arrogant and foolish, incapable of hiding his intentions.

As long as they secretly slipped into the lake, they could easily overcome the obstacle, for the passage to the next level was hidden in the waters at the center of the island.

Nowhere had anyone heard of winning “Chicken Dinner” solely by relocating and commanding; in the FPP mode’s fateful zone, you couldn’t hold out without real skill.

Because he stopped cultivating in time, he avoided becoming a bloodthirsty monster, but over the past two years, everyone had seen his increasingly explosive temper.

As for Night Father and Night Mother, their reactions were odd. After Night Rain’s explanation, the elder couple did not despise the impostor “Night Owl,” but treated both equally.

At this moment, Xiao Yifan’s attention was not on the dagger, but on the mysterious, black-robed figure.

The monk, with a villainous face, hurriedly pressed his palms together, his triangular eyes gleaming, a string of large Buddhist beads draped over his hands, bowing respectfully, “Princess.”

The marksmanship of all three teams was impressive—at least, that’s what the videos showed. But in PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds, what you see in highlights isn’t always the truth; only when you meet your opponent face-to-face do you know their true skill.