Volume 1, Chapter 42: The Richest Man in Liaocheng

The car accident resulted in fractures to Zhang Weimin's right radius and right tibial bone.

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from injuries to bones and tendons. More than three months had passed since the accident, and it was time for Zhang Weimin to go to the hospital for a follow-up examination.

The early winter morning, though not bitterly cold, carried a touch of quiet and crisp chill.

To make it convenient for Zhang Weimin to go to the hospital, Lian Shuyue specially borrowed a car and a driver from Zhou Xiaobo and arrived early at Zhang Weimin's house.

"Boss, this is Master Wang. Factory Director Zhou sent his car and Master Wang to take us to the hospital for the check-up. You can set off whenever you are ready."

Zhang Weimin had already tidied up and was prepared to leave:
"Hello, Master Wang,......"

However, the next moment, this immense momentum surged toward him like an overwhelming tidal wave, violently crashing into him.

Because his posture at this moment was somewhat ambiguous. It felt just like sitting in the passenger seat of a motorcycle in later generations, carrying a faint hint of a back-to-back embrace.

"It is no matter. My master has been ill for many years, and I am well aware of his exact condition... Lord Lin, please do your utmost!" Yinguang said calmly.

James flashed a gentlemanly smile. His public relations skills were truly formidable; looking across the entire league, no one could possibly surpass him.

Doing such a thing was already a severe slap in Qin De's face, and it could also be considered venting pent-up anger for these old fellows who had long been suppressed by Qin De. Furthermore, they now knew that Chu Yifang indeed possessed formidable strength. Otherwise, how could he have gone toe-to-toe with Qin De in such a hard-fought confrontation?

"Master Ximen, what are your orders so late at night?" came Tieling's extremely respectful voice from the other end. I'm afraid the citizens of Jinghua City would never imagine that Tieling, who had always been arrogant and domineering, could be so fearful and trembling towards a young master in Yanjing just old enough to be his son?

After walking a few steps, Wang Yuan saw Zhang Hai still standing motionless in place and shouted impatiently.

Li Ba sliced open the bean sprout and continued to observe it under the microscope. As a result, he found the existence of that mysterious crystal inside the sprout.

Just at that moment, the car Ye Qingwan had been testing stopped. After a short while, she got out, closed the door, and walked over, holding her phone as if she had just finished a call.

Having been used for a month—or more precisely, just for a few hours each night—the cultivation tower finally exhausted its last reserves of energy and ceased operation on its own.

"Why don't you run?" Liu Xu moved, appearing before Shu Ze, and asked coldly.

"Release her immediately, I've already called the police." The man held up his phone, which displayed the emergency call screen.

Yet, seeing Mrs. Chen again after such a long time, Gu Xixi could not clearly describe what she felt in her heart.

Gu Nanxi violently hurled her phone into the corner of the wall; that shattered mobile phone mirrored exactly what she wished to do to Zhou Zhining at this moment.

Turning to look into the room, Chen Jiran was not inside. Gu Xixi dragged her weary body up, sporting a bird's nest hairstyle, and walked into the living room. Sure enough, Chen Jiran was sitting on the sofa with his laptop, typing away—undoubtedly dealing with work matters.

The cheers of the crowd shook the heavens. Kuzan furrowed his brow slightly; inwardly, he completely wished to avoid participating in such affairs, yet after the nth round of shouting, his body shifted and he vanished from the spot.

The bald man said nothing more. After packing his belongings, they headed together toward the base where the Heavenly Origin King resided.

He didn't know why he uttered such words; clearly, he had no intention of mocking him, but he simply couldn't help it—he couldn't help wanting to make him experience what it felt like to be judged by wealth.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the Gu family's villa. Several cars were already parked at the entrance. Su Xia glanced briefly at the license plates before hurrying inside, her brow furrowing slightly.

The task of reviewing the video was left to those stationed in the office. Duke Sheng hoped Lan Mengjie could help him unearth more clues concerning Lai Meiling.

Xiu Qiqi's combat footage lasted a mere dozen seconds, yet it had already been replayed countless times by the middle and upper-grade students. They always found it hard to believe they would soon face such an opponent. Everyone knew quite well that Xiu Qiqi, possessing such strength, would undoubtedly challenge opponents of a higher rank.

Floating clouds drifted past, and the hazy moonlight seemed draped in a veil of cold light. A fierce gale stirred the dense air, rustling the swirling white snow that drifted across the mountain hollows, resembling a soul-chilling melody composed by nature, making one's hair stand on end.

She had thought this spiritual bead would allow her to see Mo Youxun, even if it were only his soul, but even this solitary hope was withheld from her.

Lunch time would bring a chance to rest, and there would even be a break afterward, though judging by the current position of the sun, there was still some time before lunch.

The Native American chieftain showed no fear of death, for in his eyes, dying this way meant serving the gods. Thus, his gaze swept resolutely across the surroundings, hoping others would quickly resolve everything here. Spears, bows and arrows, and even the guns in the hands of the Native Americans were raised, leaving everything looking like there was no room for negotiation.

Thirty percent of the world's narcotics originated from that country. Even with relentless crackdowns and prohibitions, people would endlessly devise new methods of cultivation simply for the sake of money.

Until Zhan Tianrao suddenly stopped in his footsteps and looked back, Qiao Chu followed suit and looked behind them.

After taking the call and stepping inside, Jiang Xiaofeng nodded to Duke Sheng, implying that they could begin.

Dongfang Shuoren held his breath in intense concentration. Being an absolute fanatic of martial arts, he naturally recognized this rain of swords. It was said that this sword formation captured the essence of the world's most powerful offensive sword techniques, comprehended by the former master of the Kunlun Sacred Domain at the peak of the sacred domain. Not only was it immensely powerful, but more importantly, it could transform into a versatile sword formation.

Fang Yi returned to the military camp, but before coming here, he had disguised himself and changed his appearance.

Fang Yi was slightly startled, but seeing the expression on Fang Yuying's face which didn't seem like a joke, he agreed without hesitation.

"Understood!" Chen Dao seemed infected by the mood as well, his fighting spirit surging within. He uttered this single word with far more weight than usual.

Such a scene was truly far more exaggerated than any matchmaking convention. After all, most matchmaking attempts ended in failure, whereas this guaranteed a hundred percent successful match.

Yet amidst the clamor of shouting everywhere, no one could hear his voice. Because he was on horseback, the rain of arrows around him was even more ferocious, and his personal guards were struck by arrows almost instantly while trying to save him.

The Third Heavenly Layer expert from Taiji Sword Mountain retreated outside the arena. Given his current state, it was difficult for him to join the subsequent battles. Moreover, even if he could, he lacked the shamelessness to join others in besieging a rising star after suffering a defeat.

Hearing this, Dongfang Muxue did not speak this time, merely adopting a tacit attitude of silent acquiescence to everything.