Volume 1 Chapter 49: The Battle of Waterloo

“How is he now?”

“What do you expect? He refuses to take medicine and refuses to withdraw. All we can do is cool him down physically and let him sleep, hoping he’ll be in better shape tonight.”

“Can he hold on?”

“Even if he can’t, he has to! I noticed what look like bite marks on his wrist. Sister Shan, do you think Ming was suffering so badly that he kept it to himself and bit himself to stay awake? My poor Ming...”

“Unless something unexpected happens, I’d say five or six days.” Amida Miluka had only made a rough estimate of the voyage. If they encountered no further trouble, they would reach their destination within five days.

It had to be said that Zhang Liangzhong, the company’s chief executive, was a master of the art of speech. His indirect, seemingly casual praise made Ji Zhen feel as though she were basking in a spring breeze, thoroughly at ease.

The striking headline on the front page dealt the World Government a vicious slap, like a burly man who had eaten his fill and drunk his fill.

Dante found his training excruciating. He possessed strength far beyond that of an ordinary man, yet he had used a hand crossbow for too many years. Whenever he raised the pistol and took aim, he instinctively imagined the bullet’s trajectory as that of a crossbow bolt. As a result, he was often just a little off when calculating the path of his shots.

Feng Momo and the others were utterly stunned. They had assumed Wang Dafu was much like Big Taro, merely a connected hanger-on who had come along for appearances. But the moment he made his move, it became clear that he was something else entirely—a seasoned veteran among experts, whose vicious attacks aimed at the lower body were so underhanded that they were nearly impossible to guard against.

After all, the Whitebeard Grand Fleet was merely a pirate crew, not a military organization like the Cartel. Whitebeard therefore did not impose strict discipline on his subordinates as Carl did. In fact, he was the pirates’ steadfast shield, backing them in whatever they chose to do.

Zhang Lingdao had already brought over the water. The other man had also scooped up some water from the river, placed it on the powder, and then spread the mixture evenly across the sheet of paper.

“That was a combined attack by Borsalino and Sakazuki. Even Kaido probably couldn’t withstand it, could he?” Sengoku narrowed his eyes as he looked toward the chaotic harbor in the distance.

After all, between a Grand Princess who kept to herself and one who loved meddling in everything, the former would obviously be more favored by the new emperor.

When they arrived at the dining room, the orderly had already laid out the meal. Qin Yi sat at the head of the table, reading the newspaper in his hands. Qin Han knew that his mother had already eaten. Her meals were prepared separately as medicinal dishes, and because her condition made it inconvenient for her to move about, she always ate in the bedroom. When his father was present, he would personally carry the meal to her and accompany her while she ate.

“Then Yu Chang must have died with her eyes open.” Though Jiang Ling had been speaking with Yong Yue all along, he had actually been pondering the few pieces of information Yu Chang had left him.

If the Gudong Stone had not belonged to Liu Tuo and acknowledged him as its master, Liu Tuo would have fled for a hundred and fifty kilometers at the sight of such a terrifying and earth-shaking spectacle.

The leader was already dead. A crystalline object shimmered in the region of his energy center. Liu Tuo shaped his five fingers into a claw and plunged them deep inside, pulling out a blood crystal formed from condensed essence blood.

At this thought, Yun looked at the floor beside his feet. It was made of multiple interlocking tiles; setting something up in a place like this should be quite convenient.

Although Chen Feifan had never met the two men before, they had just saved him and Lu Shuangyang, so he chose to trust them.

Tailong hated that young man to the bone, yet he could not refuse the other’s demand. The young man had also sent him an audio cassette, on which the entire conspiracy between Tailong and the deputy general manager of Yizhongcheng Group had been recorded.

Old Mr. Laken rubbed his brow and sighed. “I knew she would do this.” She hated him; her hatred had already reached the point of no return.

At that time, Azure Dragon had long since entrusted every matter concerning the auction house to Qingqing and Qingya.