Chapter 49: Are You Really Going to Leave Me Alone?

In Siyao's heart, aside from the lingering resentment from being strung along for four years, she still felt gratitude toward Bai Yu. After all, without him, leaving the Xing family would have required even more effort and complications.

With this in mind, she decided to bring up a topic she had intended to discuss the next day. Bai Yu slowly straightened up. "Are you planning to give me a dedicated segment?"

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Luckily, Han You wasn't obsessive-compulsive, or else watching the other party repeatedly miss simple tactical plays would have driven him to beat himself senseless.

Greco tidied up, preparing to head home, when suddenly the phone in his office began to ring.

Later, Garland mentioned the Sicilian Regional Amateur League Committee and the local police in Trapani, whose accounts of the incident were so far removed from those of the Amateur League itself.

Outside, the wind howled fiercely, yet Fan Jin felt no trace of sleepiness. Age had stolen many hours from his nights, and so he called on a few familiar companions, intending to share some wine and idle conversation.

The mysterious man's true appearance remained indistinct, but one thing was certain: he was indeed a eunuch, and one from the reign of Emperor Qianlong.

He was a burly figure, his face covered in a thick beard, but what truly sent a chill down the spine was the scar slashing across the left side of his face, running from the corner of his eye down to his mouth.

"What... what exactly is Ye Tan up to? Why don't I know what he's doing?" Qin Xian'er asked in mild frustration. The man was famous, but news about him was truly scarce.

"And who do you think you are, daring to speak to me like this? Do you even know who I am?" Lu San, failing to get a response from Jiang Kun, grew even more irritable, wondering what on earth was going on.

What bothered him, however, was the team's offensive performance; it would be hard to call it poor, but a failure to score always stood as proof of weak attack.

Fiona's silhouette suddenly accelerated, becoming a fleeting shadow. Her battle aura coalesced sharply on her blade, which she brought down toward Ding Yi's face.

Then, amidst the deafening cheers, the vast hot air balloon began its slow ascent, lifting off the ground and soaring into the boundless sky.

This town had existed since the first warriors came here to train. It belonged to none of the three cities; within its borders dwelled all sorts—people from every walk of life, outside the reach of any authority, well deserving of its reputation for chaos.

"You won't." The old soldier replied offhandedly, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag. The fragrant smoke drifted through the trench. For many, the simple act of being alive to savor a cigarette was already a luxury.

"Young Master Su, forgive me for delaying your journey," Yan Zuihuan said to Su Menghan.

Before Gu Chen's shout faded, he and Jun Huilun’s delicate form had plunged together into the blazing inferno.

She had originally intended to bite through his carotid artery; for a moment, she truly wanted to kill him, to maim him beyond repair. She had even thought of following this man into death itself.

The voice was gentle beyond words—a clear, low, husky tone, infused with tenderness, so soft and seductive it could melt a heart.

"You dare to mock my Li Anguo and harm my brothers! Your good days are over!" I lunged straight at him, fist swinging for his face. He dodged aside, then swept his leg, catching me in the stomach and sending me flying, the wind knocked from my lungs.

Afterwards, we returned home. Having been gone for a full day and night, my grandfather and the others had been beside themselves with worry. Only when they saw us return did their anxious hearts finally settle.

The other senior members noticed nothing at this moment. Even if any suspicions crossed their minds, none dared voice them—for should anything go wrong, the consequences would be more than they could bear.