Volume 1, Chapter 51: The Final Boss Appears

Four police cars, sirens blaring, thundered into the courtyard of Qifeng Coal Industry Company.

Following Qin Yong’s orders, the team split into four groups: one headed straight to the General Office to detain all staff and drivers, sealing all vehicle keys and registration ledgers.

The second group went to the gatehouse to control the duty guards and seal all visitor logs.

The third group secured the main gate, allowing entry only, no exits.

Qin Yong led the fourth team directly to Wu Qifeng’s office.

Qin Yong and two officers pushed open the office door. Wu Qifeng was initially startled but quickly composed himself with a facade of calm.

“Oh, Director Qin, so soon you’ve found time to come and have tea with me?”

Qin Yong produced a search warrant...

Xie Bi could clearly see that Zimei harbored feelings for him, yet her repeated use of “senior brother” made them seem distant, as if an invisible barrier had formed between them. But he was indeed her senior brother, and she was his junior sister; the title was entirely appropriate—there was nothing amiss.

“From now on, I am your master. Everything about you, including your life and soul, belongs to me. You must obey my orders. Understand?” Rolan launched a direct soul assault.

Xie Qingyun scratched his head, unwilling even to respond, turning away to fetch water from the well. Since he’d come all this way, surely he wasn’t afraid of a little effort.

Meanwhile, Hai Dafu had already dodged to the side the moment Meng Hui pulled the trigger. Only after Meng Hui had emptied the magazine did he reappear in a corner of the cave.

“Lots of things happened? No way, Brother Fa, did you and President Song have something going on?” Qiao Meimei asked in disbelief.

In the vast courtyard, the cold moonlight bathed the earth, casting a faint halo around the two figures. Gong Xuanyue gently cradled the already sleeping Mo Zhu in her arms; her magnificent gown spread evenly over the snow like a peacock’s tail feathers, the neatly pleated fabric resembling exquisite tassels, standing out strikingly against the pure white snow.

Jin Faguang took a deep breath, dividing the Shaoyin energy within him into two streams—one flowing through his left palm, the other through his right—each palm glowing faintly with a golden halo.

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“Fengfeng, it’s right there—Ye the Third’s Wonton Shop,” the tall, thin man pointed at the storefront.

When Xu Wen flew near Jiuxian Cave again, he didn’t immediately enter the range of the Earth Fire Dragon’s energy. Instead, he circled the area, seemingly searching for the best spot to absorb the energy, but in truth, he was looking for Yun Feikong and the others.

Lin Ruoxi was deeply moved by Ying Jun’s heartfelt confession; when he kissed her red lips, she responded passionately.

Moreover, the gourd, being very fragile, must be protected carefully. Infection would certainly be fatal.

Saying this, Li Tian couldn’t help but lean toward Han Xue’s lips again, gently licking them with his tongue.

Everyone present was puzzled when Ye Sanlang called such an aide. Ye Sanlang had dismissed even the celestial-level experts among them—could this seemingly ordinary young man really be stronger? Jealousy suddenly flared, prompting them to prepare to probe this man’s true strength.

Huang Yan’s face grew more serious and his brows furrowed tighter, almost twisting together.

Afterward, he inquired with Lu Yongming about Yangzhou’s officialdom, and before leaving, he performed the disguise technique common among Dragon Seekers, making it impossible for ordinary people to distinguish him from Li Song.

Hong Jie looked back and saw someone bring two suitcases forward, placing them in front of her. Opening them, she found they were filled with red yuan notes—about ten million.

“My men have been following me all along? How come I never saw any of them?” Heizi asked suspiciously.

Yuan Benchun’s recruitment drive was merely for show, to flaunt himself, without understanding how to wisely employ talent.

Yao Wanyue felt a pang in her heart. Her hand lightly patted Lin Doukou’s back intermittently, wanting to say comforting words, but after trembling for a long time, no words came out.

Song Ziyang smiled effortlessly. Typically, gamblers who lose everything and prepare for a last desperate bet wear this expression.

Lin Ying turned her head. The mountain road was filled with cultivators from various powerful factions. Suddenly recalling something important, she asked Yushan Huan.

“One hundred million!” At this moment, Li Si was equally astonished; he never imagined such a thing could happen—it was beyond his wildest expectations, leaving him in awe.

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Aside from differences in dimensions and varying daylight durations, the distance between Earth and the sun was a trivial matter hardly worth mentioning.

The imperial-level teams of the six noble houses lined up neatly on both sides. Though some of the strong ones frowned reluctantly, casting glances at Lin Ying standing beside Lin Zhonglin.

As a magician, he was neither born into a noble family nor guided by masters. This young man, barely of age, had achieved rare success in the field of magic almost entirely through self-study and relentless practice.

Since death was inevitable anyway, it was better to possess her before the barrier was broken—even if he died, he would have no regrets. Once the matter became public, his death was certain. Zhang Feng stepped forward toward Yin Ling.

Apart from the royal guards stationed at the main gate of the Hall of Nurturing the Heart, the interior lacked the usual dense security posts spaced every five or ten steps.

Lin Feng sat in the car, eyeing Zhao Ze in the driver’s seat with growing curiosity. The more he interacted with Zhao Ze, the more intrigued he became—fluent in multiple languages and able to commandeer vehicles at will, his skills for navigating the world were impressive.

He shook his body, activating the exquisite battle armor. Unlike before, when the armor’s light was subdued and ordinary-looking, after his recent refinement and adjustments, wearing it now felt like a world of difference.

Firstly, helping A Xiyan retrieve the fragrant sachet was beneficial to him; secondly, the Fourth Prince Chu Xiaoyao was his own nephew—he couldn’t just stand by and watch him die.

Cao Xing urged his horse forward with strength. The mount, a mix of sweat-blood and Dayuan breeds—top-tier and first-class horses—possessed a robust physique, leaping over traps and swiftly outpacing fellow soldiers to lead the charge.

Gu Tingjun appeared relaxed on the surface but was inwardly tense—not fearing Ju An’s failure to break their formation but worried they might go too far with secret maneuvers. Hence, he watched every move intently, especially those of the Third Elder.

He grabbed Ning Yang’s mischievous hand on him; Yaya frowned slightly, looking at the equally frowning Ning Yang.

Dong Xianling and Yang Yifan sat together in the back of the golden Dragon business van, chatting sweetly all the way. Dong Xianling was extremely happy.

This familiar feeling defied words or explanation. Though she could not recall his face, she could never forget the sensation. Thus, when she met him for the first time—masked—she still keenly sensed he was the one she had been waiting for.