Volume One, Chapter 83: The Design Was Stolen

“If you die on your very first mission, I’ll feel guilty my whole life for not protecting you,” Baker said, reaching out to pull Lu Xiaohang up.

“They’re a Sagittarius and a Libra,” the Fish-Headed Mage added, seeing the two fall silent.

After a brief discussion, Li Luo and Qin Yi raised their pistols to provide long-range support, Bai Ling readied his staff—what little magic he had left would be reserved for defense—and the main assault was left to Jian and Zhou Sheng.

Hearing this, Li Yong hurriedly shot a look at him, signaling him not to provoke the other party. At this moment, both of them were firmly in the hands of this police chief. If they truly offended him, there would be nothing good in store. As the saying goes, when under another’s roof, one must learn to bow their head.

The waiter hadn’t lied—Red Dome Night City was indeed a high-rise. Before Zong Feng even neared the city center, he could see from afar a towering building bathed in a kaleidoscope of lights. At the very top, an enormous sign flashed—Red Dome Night City.

Those who are too attractive inevitably draw attention. The receptionist was stunned for a moment before recalling—this was Nan Shu from their talent agency.

The interview lasted about twenty minutes; throughout, Nowitzki maintained a gentle smile and was remarkably patient.

The day after the news broke, Mu Ran, equally puzzled, rushed to Yi Yang’s home for a one-on-one interview.

The second was Wade, who managed just three points in ten rounds—a disappointing performance. With age, Wade’s decline had become increasingly evident. Yet Nash and Carlisle believed Wade simply hadn’t found his rhythm. After a month of training, the “Flash” was sure to shine.

The man gritted his teeth, his expression rigid, refusing to utter a word. Lu Xiaohang struck him hard on the head with his pistol, but he remained stubbornly silent. Footsteps echoed all around; Lu Xiaohang knew he couldn’t linger any longer.

Qin Gang asked Li Yi, “Is there really someone from Lushan Yijing who’d run two kilometers to the sports school just to tell stories? That’s a bit much, isn’t it?”

The air around the energy orb erupted continuously, resembling a dark, demonic moon or an apocalyptic wheel.

Miaomiao was thrilled the entire journey—not only was there the novelty of traveling abroad and shopping, but also the wild joy of splurging without restraint.

From their conversation, it was clear that Wang Dachun’s teammates were deeply concerned for his safety.

“So, are we supposed to trust him again? We haven’t even investigated his social connections,” Qin Gang replied.

She had only bought an ordinary belt, and it was Fu Lin who’d picked it out. How did it get twisted into something else in Yin Xiao’s words? Anyone listening might assume she’d bought Fu Lin intimate apparel.

“How about this... I know my subordinate’s rudeness has soured your mood today, brother.”

Rumor had it that all the township chiefs nearby had become followers of the Luofu Sect; nothing they wanted to do failed, and they would often order their disciples to donate their entire family property to the sect.

Seeing this, Yuan Jiayi whispered to her maid before walking toward Liu Zexuan.

“Some mistakes demand a price,” Xiao Qi said quietly.

Meeting Wanyu’s gaze, Zuo Chen’s brow furrowed ever so slightly; he knew exactly what Wanyu intended.

“This water is damn cold—but invigorating,” the soldier muttered, stepping out of the bathhouse to quickly dress and dry his hair.

He hadn’t expected that changing the topic would only bring on more awkwardness. Zhao Jingdong silently regretted whether he’d let the alcohol muddle his mind.

The jade pendant was carved from new stone, its green patterns marking it as Qingshan Jade, produced near the Lin family estate. The carving was fresh, recently completed. As Lin Chen slipped the pendant into his palm, a sense of foreboding washed over him.

While dodging, Dugu Ming was also calculating how to escape the old man’s pursuit. Suddenly, passing through an unusually dense thicket, he paused in his tracks.

A sudden uproar broke out; to everyone’s astonishment, the massive ice shield conjured by the Second Elder was wielded by Lin Chen as if it were an extension of his own arm, smashing down upon the elder and shattering a field of stunned eyes.

Lan Linger glanced back at her pure white silhouette, a hint of worry on her face, but she could only shake her head helplessly.

Another unruly servant—Tang Ze sighed with satisfaction and opened its attribute panel.

During this period, Si Liang truly demonstrated his abilities. When helping his brother found the Kingdom of Dali, he rendered outstanding service. After his brother took the throne, he was granted significant power within the royal family. This directly led to the story of him forcing his nephew to abdicate and declaring himself emperor.

Jiang Baipin gnashed his teeth at the carriage, but his face was alight with joy and relief, days of gloom swept away.

All these years, they’d never ceased searching the myriad realms for the Nightmare King’s crystal and fragments of its body. They’d found countless rumors—some false, some true—but always arrived too late. Judging by the lingering demonic spirit essence, the fiends must have had a special method of sensing and gathering the Nightmare King’s remains in advance.

The beauty lifted her head, and with a sweet smile wrote toward the heavens, “Your tone is a bit chaotic today—are you troubled?”

As he spoke, his fingers lightly caressed her slender, fair arm, whether by accident or design.

Only a little over a thousand contestants remained, most of them powerful Heavenly Kings, with just a handful of veteran Kings still holding on.

After walking a while, a gray shape gradually grew in his vision. Coming closer, Chen Feng saw it was a massive spider web, as wide as four joined banqueting tables. The web was flawless, freshly spun.

Just out of the bathhouse, I leaped forward, turned, and blocked the three of them. I smiled at the so-called Brother Jie and said, “Brother Shan, I’ve been waiting for you all night.” This area only bustled at night; by day, few passed through.

Hearing this, Jun Moxuan nearly spat blood in her face. Helplessly amused and exasperated, he glanced to the side and saw Shui Dingdang’s eyes brimming with tears, her gaze full of plaintive sorrow.