Volume 1, Chapter 33: I Still Prefer Your Unruly Demeanor

She wore her customary silver combat suit, layered under a golden soft-armor vest, whose luster clearly marked it as a high-end piece. Wrapped around each of her wrists was a golden ribbon, their purpose unknown. As she stared at Gao Qian, her eyes, flecked with silver threads, resembled two magical, rare gemstones.

Qu Qingyan did not feel her attire was anything exceptional. This was an era where even families without a grain of rice to spare would insist on dressing in fine silks; even if a household was down to its last five pecks of grain, they would still pinch their pennies to buy a few feet of fresh gauze to tailor new clothes at the turn of the season.

In their current predicament, they were at a disadvantage; no matter what they did, it would be easy for others to find fault with them.

The Rat King, having struck once, did not burrow back underground. Instead, it leaped violently, pouncing onto another guard. Its twin claws pierced his chest as easily as chopsticks through tofu, the tips protruding through his back.

At this moment, Gao Qian noticed the traffic police officer glance their way—an ordinary-looking young man with gentle eyes.

Upon hearing Han Junxi say this, the dark-skinned man felt a tinge of regret for having kicked out his leg, but is there any medicine for regret in this world?

He lay on the bed wrapped in thick hospital gowns like a mummy, unable to move or speak. Only his eyes could blink, and even then, he could only manage a few, as his eyelids were too swollen to open easily; every time he tried, it took a great deal of effort.

"He does such things just to make money for himself. Am I not miserable? Don't want to end up destitute and starving on the streets in your twilight years? It's easy: when you head out, just bring a belt and find a secluded corner to hang yourself, won't that do?" Wang Xiaosong said bluntly.

Just then, a heavy clanking of chains echoed from a gate at the edge of the coliseum. Accompanied by a ferocious roar, a monster two stories tall, wielding a giant axe, charged out.

Seeing this, Aunt Guo and Jia Chao hurriedly reached out to hold him, smoothing his chest while shouting at the top of their lungs.

Following the instructions, Anno Hideaki arrived outside the interview conference room and discovered that quite a few people were already waiting.

The plan to tame the husky was temporarily set aside; he decided he would give it a proper thrashing first.

Peering through the gap in the curtains by the moonlight, Zhou You glanced at Zhang Xiangling on the bed and nearly had a nosebleed.

Whenever it parked elsewhere, the local security would improve a hundredfold overnight, and all entertainment venues would temporarily shut down, terrified of being caught by the leaders in the vehicle.

It couldn't take a scope, meaning only hip-firing would be effective. Looking at it this way, it wasn't even as good as the Vector; at least a fully kitted Vector was strong in close quarters, primarily because you could aim down the sights, which was far more accurate than hip-firing.

Seeing him so furious, the dozen or so martial artists from the Eternal Group looked at one another, none daring to provoke his ire, and all fell silent.

Having heard too many terrifying stories about the Bermuda Triangle, Hao Yu was extremely sensitive to the term. He hurried to get up and open the door, only to see Hui Tong looking anxious.

"As you command, my lord." The succubus beside Rahu nodded and gently threw a punch toward Molten Flame.

As for Muta Koji, an employee of Kodansha—a competitor to Shueisha—what he heard had passed through so many hands that the information had long since become distorted.

Even Shen Hui, an outstanding fifth-grade alchemist who could be considered a leader among the younger generation of the Heavenly Medicine Valley, could only produce pill patterns when performing at his absolute peak.

Upon hearing these words, the members of the Shangguan family couldn't help but look at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Congratulations to the Master for reaching a new realm!" Looking at the sky outside, Yan Fei decided it would be better to return for dinner; heaven knows what strange, bizarre meals these dwarves, who thought only of drinking, might conjure up.

Fox Nianbei finally crawled out from under the fox body and looked at Yuzu, saying, "So you are the cat-girl of the Great Fox? Truly extraordinary." Revealing his soul, he manifested into a Heaven-Devouring Fox, resting beside Xinyue.

Liu Ying was an official in the capital and understood the court’s affairs perfectly. Even the Three Excellencies were backing Xia Feng; that alone was a significant credential. Moreover, even the ailing Emperor insisted on summoning Xia Feng. Liu Ying immediately grasped the implications of these connections.

Because she had been busy with base affairs, Mido had hardly left the base since the zombie siege. Occasionally, she would only venture out to the nearby perimeter to kill a few zombies for practice. This time, however, she suddenly felt that something had changed.

Seeing this, Ji Xiaorui cursed under her breath. Her fair hand struck the tree trunk again; the force was light, but a black mist emerged from her palm. Upon contact with the tree trunk, the mist began to churn like boiling water, slowly creeping up the bark bit by bit.

What he needed to do now was find a way to control the National Protection Army and make it his own. He summoned his trusted aides, the Assistant Magistrate Wan Ming and the Colonel Zhao Ge, to discuss how to seize command of the force.

Just as he was thinking this, the Hundred Flower sisters ran in, saying that Biyu Xin wanted everyone to go to the main chamber of the Heavenly Phenomenon Tower.

Exchanging a look with Emilia, Yan Fei declined Mirexia's help, citing that they would not be entering Ains in the near future. As for when they would be able to enter, that depended on when their friend's predicament could be resolved.

Lin Qinghu swung his sword, only to cut empty air. Just as he felt startled, he suddenly sensed a chill rapidly closing in on his body. A feeling of extreme danger welled up in his heart, making the hair on his entire body stand on end.

Cheng Chumo had been personally delivered to the Imperial Guard by Cheng Yaojin early this morning. When he arrived, he kept grumbling about why he had been forced to come alone while his two younger brothers had dodged it, but he was silenced by a slap from Cheng Yaojin and ultimately left with the Imperial Guard, feeling deeply aggrieved.

However, not even a bullet mark could be found on his body. He lay trembling on the ground for a long time before finally struggling to lift his head. After observing carefully, he realized that Sun Siming’s shot just now had been aimed at the man with the dagger.

Inside the police station chief's office, the chief looked at Du Mengqing before him, filled with helplessness. Although he had intended to show some favor to Ma Shanglong, he found himself speechless when faced with the meticulously organized evidence Du Mengqing had presented.