Volume One Chapter 59: Chuchu, Have You Abandoned Me?

Lin Yin's anger surged like a flood breaking through a dam, no longer able to be contained.

“So, since you’ve all tacitly agreed, it means everyone is advocating for the resolution to fight. What we were discussing earlier was merely how to respond to the battle, isn’t that right?” Yufeng raised another question that was as pointless as ever.

Ade escorted the doctor out, and Old Li, seeing that there was nothing more he could do to help, followed suit. Ball sat quietly on the chair at the bedside, watching the old man. Sensing that the elder was unwell, he dared not make a sound, simply crouching in silence.

“I know, Grandpa. I’ll be on my best behavior.” Bai Zimo pulled a funny face and ran toward the backyard.

“There’s no need. Take my son inside. You’ll all be colleagues in the future, so I’ll rely on you to look after him.” Wu Kui had no wish to see Luo Yi. He glanced at his son, dressed today in the official garb of a flag officer; though the uniform hung a little loose over his slender frame, it nonetheless suited him. Wu Kui felt a mix of joy and worry in his heart.

Everyone present knew perfectly well who Hu Xixi was. Her close ties with Hu Jinming were common knowledge, and Hu Jinming was a name that resonated with everyone. So, when Ouyang Jian spoke, the crowd was stunned. One after another, they pulled out their phones to call their departments for confirmation.

The disciple whose hands Lin Xiu grasped flushed with anger and embarrassment, on the verge of an outburst. But, seeing Elder Ling’s stern gaze, he swallowed his indignation.

He had to learn Steel Arm Boxing today. If the Wang family enforcement sensed his presence, Lin Chen’s life would be at risk.

“Manjia, she went home?” Chen Zimo was truly surprised. No matter how he thought about it, home was the last place he imagined Manjia would return to.

“I’ll say it again: disperse on your own, or I’ll crush him! If death is inevitable, I want to see whether you’d rather let him die before your eyes, or after!” Wang Tai, having read the bond between these soldiers and Lin Unbeaten, spoke with a dark, cold expression.

“Second-in-command, the chief and Captain Zhang should be on the perimeter, keeping watch!” The wounded resting nearby quickly replied to Zhang Chen’s inquiry.

Several corpses lay in pools of blood. All he could see was red. The carnage drove him mad; he rushed outside, only to see even more red… and kept laughing foolishly.

Ye Chen's hands moved in a blur, seizing a giant crocodile in a flash and lifting it from the ground, then smashing it down forcefully.

Shi Yuanqiang handed the completed dossier to Chen Jing’an, who took it and read it carefully, his brows knitting together.

Hearing Tang Feng’s words, the thirty Taoist priests grew nervous, exchanging uneasy glances.

“Wow, Dugong, you’re so unreliable!” Su Qinxuan chided Dugong Jue as she fell.

The ruined gates held an eerie air. Demon Lord Yanmo could have entered the city by other means, but he chose to walk through the main entrance.

The two Yan family bodyguards who had stood behind Zhang Chengbin now stepped forward; six martial artists surrounded Old Wang.

Li Muzi nodded, half understanding, and Yu Fei did not continue the conversation with her, instead turning and re-entering the farm.

Royal Chief Magician, Imperial Knight Commander—these hardly sounded like names. Nero couldn’t shake the feeling that they were more like titles.

Half a yard ahead, everyone finally got a clear look at the figure’s appearance.

“What!” The man was startled, feeling a terrifying presence behind him. As he tried to dodge, two enormous, furry palms, as big as millstones, clamped firmly onto his shoulders.