40 The Sixteenth Person

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"Yes, Special Envoy. I spent two days conducting a detailed reconnaissance of Kaoshan Ridge." He took out a map and spread it across the table.

The blast wave of the artillery shell, carrying flames and igniting the vegetation, sent shrapnel mixed with sand, soil, and rocks flying in all directions. Smoke filled the air, blotting out the sky and sun.

Moon Goddess Xuan Ning did not hesitate. She had already realized that her junior fellow apprentice must have encountered a great fortune; his strength had surged, and dealing with Ning Xu would be effortless.

Regrettably, she had entered the Ancestral Origin Land before Ye Meng arrived at the Moon Goddess Palace, so she was unaware of Ye Meng's methods.

Pu Hua stood far away, watching the battle between Ye Meng and Li Tu with stunned disbelief.

The First Disciplinary Review Office had a large office space where the deputy director and the staff worked.

"Let me make the introductions." Zhang Ming had no choice but to take on the role of the introducer.

Xiao Long took a deep breath, shook his head helplessly, and without waiting for the surrounding half-step sovereign experts to speak, he directly raised both his hands.

This was the only undying lamp he had brought from the Earth dimension that had remained unlit. Yet now, it was glowing, and its burning appearance and powerful aura were certainly not what a newly lit lamp should possess; it seemed as if it had been lit for many years.

Liu Zhuang immediately captured the slightly blurry screenshots of the three, saved them on his phone, and followed the surveillance footage, only to lose track of Li Tianyi at an intersection.

You are the wind, I am the sand; we entwine and circle the ends of the earth. The wind is always romantically together with the sand, carrying the heavy sand as it flies freely, lifting you, scattering you.

Shen Li had not known what prizes the game had arranged beforehand; the waiter would only hand the prize list to the host when it was time for that segment. After all, if there were no surprises for a 20th birthday and he had to organize everything himself, it would be truly self-indulgent and disheartening.

A profound look appeared in Mekaya's eyes, as if his consideration of the question had reached a higher level.

Qiu Yuan thought for a moment. Whoever came at this time must be clear about the situation here. He did not believe the newcomers were military officers; after such an incident, he doubted anyone like that would show up. Having ruled that out, Qiu Yuan naturally guessed who the visitors were.

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Perhaps the gap in strength between those ninjas and Uchiha Madara was too vast. Yet, the reason Jonin became mere cannon fodder, unable to last two rounds, was precisely because they were instantly killed by Uchiha Madara, who exploited their weaknesses with his seasoned combat experience.

Moreover, his profile picture featured the two ragdoll cats from home; those who didn't know might mistake it for an image from the internet. He didn't act like other wealthy second-generation heirs, impatiently flaunting cars or watches to show off.

She gave no response, simply walking straight toward the position of Kakashi and the others. Seeing the Mizukage ignoring him, Qing realized his own ideas were likely doomed to fail.

"The reason? Don't give me nonsense about the Oda clan being too strong; at the time, Imagawa Yoshimoto possessed several times the military force of our house," A-Quan asked with a faint smile.

If Ino hadn't called him to wake up, he probably wouldn't have been able to crawl out of bed to go to work even at ten o'clock.

After the battle between Shennong and Jirobo ended, the shadow clone saw a scene where coffins stood in an overwhelming forest.

On his first day of registration, he clashed with members of the Ten Great Families, and the one he confronted was Ran Huo, known for his ruthless and vicious nature. One had to admit that Li Chengye had already become quite famous.

He hadn't expected both of them to be so kind to Ye Tianyu. Given the circumstances of his hiring and the fact that both had sought him out today, it was truly difficult to understand.

According to Fang Lai's arrangements, Zhao Fuxin had to offer sacrifices before the door before the wedding procession, kneeling and bowing to receive the teachings of his mother.

The hotel manager really wanted to use duct tape to seal Song Ximing's mouth. Just as the situation was about to be resolved, he had to create such a complication, doing something so terrifying.

His low, resonant voice carried a tenderness never heard before. Feng Qiye himself couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had arrived a step late—if she had met with disaster... he didn't dare to dwell on such a possibility.

Eighty percent of his internal energy had rebounded upon himself; serious injury was inevitable. This was the reason he hadn't stepped forward when Long Yuan was surrounded by the Seven Killings Alliance, forcing him to watch from the sidelines.

With that, he turned and walked toward the others, waving his hand to order them to scatter immediately and conduct a dragnet search of the vicinity. He also sent men to gather news on Liu Xinhe's whereabouts and dispatched others to capture Xiahou Kang.

Just as Li Chengye was thinking about these things, he was suddenly startled, as if he had realized something, and looked at Kun Jian and Mo Qinglian with a strange expression.

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This was where the maidservants usually lived, but since Dongmei was a personal maid, she naturally lived in the same courtyard as Liu Xinhe and rarely returned here.

"Yuan Chengyong, come on. Don't say later that the two of us didn't show mercy," Guo Chengtian said loudly, looking at Yuan Chengyong.

"This is our family's first time going abroad." Hua Sheng placed his son, Hua Yun, on his shoulders, shielding him with his right hand while holding Zheng Jingying's hand with his left.

A sense of foreboding flashed through the National Master's mind. Could it be that the deaths of his former Dark God companions were not due to their negligence, but because of this man, Chen Fan, before him?

Zhan Xiao was sitting casually on the clean, polished floor, counting his spoils from this venture.

At this moment, Lin Ronghua had already leapt onto the martial arts stage and charged into the poisonous mist where Zhan Xiao was located.

Near midnight, Yu Chenjie and the others changed into low-profile, ordinary civilian clothes and climbed over the side wall of the Qiyue Temple to enter.

Zheng Jingying knew she couldn't win an argument with Guo Kaitai, so she didn't bother with him, turning directly to leave and slamming the door of Guo Kaitai's office shut.

Suddenly, everyone felt the world brighten once more, finally losing that terrifying atmosphere from before.

"Whew!" Hua Ying's figure fell from the sky, and Ye Xing appeared in his original position, letting out a long breath. This strike just now was a move recorded in the concealment techniques given to him by Mo Ye, and it was extremely powerful.

Thus, in this massacre, about 10% of the deaths were of the Hutu people themselves... Everyone had gone mad at that time. One person killed every eight seconds, continuing for one hundred days. That was the Rwandan genocide.

The problem is that people have faces and trees have bark; the vast majority of people live by their reputation. At the very least, in public, it is difficult to act shamelessly.