Volume Three: The Turmoil at Xuanwu Gate - Chapter 125: Bribery

Mingyu, intent on building a rapport with the garrison commander, Chang He, adopted a remarkably familiar tone. "General Chang, I am Li Mingyu."

The commander, hearing his name, was momentarily taken aback before breaking into a smile. "Ah, the young master of the Li family. To what do I owe the honor of such a grand procession leaving the city?"

Mingyu replied, "It is nothing of great consequence. I simply felt that the soldiers guarding Chang'an have been working tirelessly, so I prepared some provisions to offer them a small token of gratitude. I did not expect to be halted at the gate by your men, who insisted that they must seek your permission before allowing us passage. General Chang, would you be so kind as to make an exception?" As he spoke, Mingyu beamed...

When Liu He saw Wang Yi again, his heart stirred. It had been so long since he last saw the girl, and he found her even more mature and alluring now. The masculine attire she wore on the ship made her look particularly distinctive, a sight that truly caught the eye.

Nearby, as Xiao Yan followed Principal Long to a secluded spot away from prying eyes, he could no longer hold it back; he leaned against a pillar and retched.

"I... I..." The arsonist wiped the blood from his face, about to continue, but a sharp whistle cut through the air. A bullet, fired from the darkness, struck him squarely in the forehead. With a dull thud of an explosion, his head shattered, sending red and white spray flying in all directions.

Zhang Tao weighed the situation carefully. With so many people, talk was inevitable. Huzi was right; no matter how close people were, one could never know what was truly in another's heart. Before he secured real control over the coal mine, relying on shared hometown ties would hardly be enough to unite everyone’s resolve.

Wentian looked up at the sky, which was churning with malevolent, ominous energy, ignoring Han Li’s protestations of loyalty. In Wentian’s mind, anyone associated with Xing Wuji was branded a traitor. Once he dealt with the demonized King Wuming, he would turn his attention to purging Xing Wuji and the others.

After a long while, Xia Fei slowly opened his eyes, using his consciousness to probe his own mind.

He raised a palm, pressing it against the five-colored altar to activate the formation. Once more, the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin set off, drifting through the starry expanse toward their next destination: the Forbidden Land of the Primordial in the Big Dipper star system.

"It seems the legend of Changkong's elite demon-hunting apprentice was mere rumor. I had truly expected more from this battle." Just then, Xuanchen passed by Chi Jian, his tone tinged with a hint of regret, as if the six men before him were not even worth the effort of a fight.

Li Shimin's supporters were stunned, bewildered, and lost. They could not comprehend why steel blades were striking them from behind, why the enemy was attacking from the rear. Was that not where their comrades, their convictions, and their ultimate shield—the legendary "Black Armor Cavalry"—should have been guarding them?

Representatives from the various families watching the match murmured among themselves, and even Feng Kuchan of the Longteng Martial Arts Hall—the organizer of the competition—along with his Four Heavenly Kings, could not help but frown.

"Wuwuwu." Vivian wailed again, but the man before her remained unmoved, merely leading her into a room that smelled of damp earth and moisture.

Bing'er nodded. She had a biological older sister, Shuang'er, who had married five years ago and followed her husband to the capital. There had been no news since, and this was the first letter Bing'er had received in five years.

After all, when Yuan Shuo first returned, true to his stubborn nature, he never took the main gates, preferring to carve his own paths instead.

"I said screw your mother! Get out! Right now! We are finished as of today!" Ma Long pointed at Daping, who lay on the ground, his expression devoid of emotion.

Having caused such a disaster, Ma Long and Han Xu returned home unhurriedly, hid their machetes, and then disappeared into the darkness on their motorcycles.

This Boss Qin had actually borrowed money from everyone he was on good terms with before fleeing. He was not the only one who had been unlucky; some had even lent him over a million.

Wan Qi was absolutely right. If he truly did not want Min Hua to find him, Min Hua would never be able to track him down.

Wu Guozhong had never expected his brother-in-law to be so decisive for once. Hearing him say those words, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.