Chapter 115: The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

The chaos ended with injuries to Si Yao and Xing Jue.

“Does it hurt?” Ji Wen wrapped bandages around Si Yao’s head in circles, then extended his thumb to press gently two inches behind the wound at the back of her head.

A series of cracking sounds came from the side.

Si Yao glanced sideways.

Xing Jue was crouching nearby, his face grim as he...

“That settles it then,” Ye Zheng shrugged, his expression utterly indifferent.

Qi Hui recalled how, in later times, many companies would hire such expert professors at high salaries as their corporate macro analysts, granting them positions equivalent to vice presidents or higher. What they valued was their insight into the domestic macroeconomic development and their influence on top leadership.

“Whew.” Jiang Li, also known as the Beggar Boy, let out a deep breath and continued, “Today, the Jiang family shall cease to exist.” Whether it was the system’s mission or his own resolve, the Jiang family meant only one thing to him: annihilation.

“She’s mentally exhausted. Put her in a room and treat her,” Zang Tian said. Ji Xuanhao hurriedly rushed into the room and laid her on the bed.

However, he had no choice but to obey the young master’s order. With that, the carriage set off swiftly, and those pursuing, unable to catch up, gave up the chase.

Of course, there were also those who remained calm. Many who had not personally entered the battlefield kept their composure.

Understanding this, Qi Rui’s unease vanished completely, replaced by pride and arrogance.

Xia Zongrong rested her cheek in her palm, her face radiant with happiness but tinged with melancholy. She didn’t interrupt, merely listening as they discussed the program’s details.

After singing, a serene smile lingered on her face, yet a closer look revealed an undercurrent of deep regret within that smile.

A thunderous downpour cascaded directly over the entire valley; massive bolts of lightning erupted through the forest, leveling the area.

Otherwise, Zi Teng would never have heartlessly traded the precious seven-colored blood coral with the Beast Emperor of the Boundless Forest.

Suddenly, the three-inch-long bronze short sword at the formation’s core flared with an intense black radiance, and the other eight shadowy artifacts responded in kind, shining with dazzling black light that nearly blinded everyone present.

The matter was far from over. The day after the emperor learned of it and was about to inquire, Gong Heqiu—an official with many years of service and numerous loyal followers—had already made preparations before the emperor’s envoys reached the Gong family.

Of course, such financial dealings were in a gray area. To be fair, it was the other party purchasing peace of mind, not their coercion. These days, gifting property couldn’t be considered wrong. If it were, beggars would truly have no way to survive.

In the densely wooded mountains, finding the sniper’s hiding place was no easy task. His earlier claim of having a fifty percent chance was somewhat exaggerated.

Wen Yang treated him as a friend and spoke patiently with him. As long as this continued, he had confidence heI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.