Volume One, Chapter 29: Infighting

Su Laoda’s eyes brimmed with resentment as he looked at Su Tingxue, as if she had stolen the most important thing from him. Their father stepped forward to mediate, saying, “If there were a suitable job, of course you’d have it. But for now, it goes to your sister. She doesn’t have as much schooling and has only just come back from the countryside—what she needs most is a stable job!”

Su Tingxue quickly chimed in, “Big Brother, don’t blame me. This was Mother’s decision. I’m still your good sister, aren’t I?” She blinked innocently at him. In the past, if Su Tingxue had tried to win him over like this, Su Laoda would have indulged her, but now, for no reason at all, he felt a wave of aversion. Even looking at her irritated him.

“Everyone, don’t move.” Suddenly, a group of police officers appeared, guns drawn.

After a whole morning of training and repeated falls, she was utterly exhausted. Her stomach rumbled with hunger.

The man’s brow furrowed. She had identified herself and said someone would be coming soon. If that was true, killing her now would only complicate things. He was gravely wounded, and with so many people present, slipping away unnoticed would be impossible.

A quarter of an hour later, Ling Muyang wheeled himself out of the room and, upon entering the corridor, saw Xue Wanqing striding toward him.

Even Wen Gelei, whose eyes were red with conjunctivitis, seemed different; the redness remained, but the oppressive aura had lessened.

This so-called “Number One Cell” housed only the most dangerous men. Any new prisoner who entered either died or was maimed; not a single newcomer ever emerged unscathed.

When Malon asked a question, the Archbishop actually saluted first before saying, “Sir Malon, please use your holy magic on the fallen. As you know, Sir Louis’s condition is too grave now to withstand any high-level spell.”

While Mo Tianming pulled out all the stops to persuade Lan Xing to impersonate Mo Yu, Murong Ye was already on his way to court.

All superstar athletes have top-tier physiques! But a top physique doesn’t guarantee superstardom. Gao Bobo, though pleased with Gu De’s physical gifts, knew the road ahead would be long and arduous.

Pang Fuliang must have suffered greatly before his death. His eyes were wide, brows furrowed in agony. Yet beyond pain, there was shock on his face, as if he hadn’t expected to be killed—or perhaps hadn’t expected the murderer to be the one to do it.

She lifted her eyes and met the fierce glare of Prince Cheng. Momentarily stunned, she watched as he flung his sleeve and stormed out, leaving Feng Chenbi both aggrieved and at a loss. After a moment’s hesitation, she followed after him.

After speaking, An Jin gently patted Treading Snow’s rump. The horse seemed to understand at once, burst into a gallop, and with An Jin on its back, became a billowing cloud racing swiftly away.

However, lacking the crucial element of time, this Gate of Space could manipulate spatial forces and easily teleport people around the world, but to cross to the Star of Enlightenment was utterly impossible.

After Charlotte Gallo’s lengthy opening ceremony concluded and she handed the microphone to Charlotte Tina, Restia merely shot her a glance before returning to her banter with Randolph Landy.

At the Qin Chao Club, every bit of strength was used where it counted: strikers and center-backs were almost always foreign players. His all-domestic defensive line simply couldn’t withstand an opponent’s attacking surge.

Habits are forged over time in a given environment. Fearing he’d one day grow weary of endless monotony and self-destruct like the saints of the Holy Realm, Wu Liang resolved to cultivate a habit that would prevent such an end.

Without the substitute doll, he would likely have suffered the same fate as his sister—punished by the oath and turned into a mere garment.

Qin Yan’s words were not lost on Qin Guan. She, too, could only lament her subordinates’ helplessness.

Ren Shaoyan didn’t know why, but as he spoke, a pang of bitterness welled up inside him. The sense of regret for his own irresponsibility grew ever stronger.

Even if Taiyang Metals didn’t relocate, their annual profits might still surpass what they’d gain by moving to Liuhe City. Of course, actual earnings are impossible to predict with certainty.

Given another chance, he would give Zhou Ruolan the best life, and offer comfort and care to those who mattered to him. He would show those who looked down on him just how brightly the flower could bloom.

Yun Bu Piao was stunned. Mei Wuduan turned, took out a handkerchief, poured a bit of medicinal liquid onto it, and wiped her face, drawing out layer after layer of black grime.

She couldn’t bring herself to plead for Meng Jingxian’s sake—some people can only be dealt with by meeting violence with violence.

Yun Bu Piao was his guarantor, which meant she was responsible for providing for all his daily needs.

With frequent meetings, endless overtime, and irregular hours, how could anyone at home feel assured? One or two late nights might be excused, but when it became routine, each return home brought questions and explanations. Anyone would be frustrated.

After unleashing Wind’s Rise, Wu Yue did not stop his assault. Empowered by the Five Elements, the Heavenly Blade’s nine forms flowed in an unending barrage.

Chu Man’s jumbled words drew Su Xiangning’s attention once more, but Chu Man pretended not to notice. No matter how brazen she was, she’d never want anyone to know about such an embarrassing moment.

The champagne-colored off-shoulder gown revealed her delicate collarbones, and her fair skin looked like the finest jade. Bai Zhimu gazed at her reflection and smiled softly.

Jiang Shan wasted no time on pleasantries. No sooner had he set down his pack than he summoned his newly formed staff for an overnight meeting to analyze the situation. This was the first public appearance of the expanded Falcon Special Operations Unit. Not only did they have to win, but they had to display their spirit, and do it with flair.

“Sister, have you seen Myth come out yet?” A sharp-browed, star-eyed man beside Long Yue’er asked. He was deeply grateful to Tie Junyi; had Tie Junyi not called for their retreat in time, they’d all have been charred corpses by now.

His words left me numb, as if betrayed. Though we hadn’t been especially close these months, his care had led me to rely on him as a friend. Now, I realized how naive I’d been.

Pushing past the old nurse, Jiang Yi stepped inside and saw Le Ruyi, hair disheveled, cowering in the corner. A stain spread beneath her skirt, and she glared fiercely at the newcomer, having already spat out the gag from her mouth.

To call such a grand occasion “simple” seemed laughable; she truly couldn’t imagine what life must be like for the ladies of the Shang family.

By now, the third young master should be awake, though his body would remain weak for some time—medicine was poison in small doses, let alone on top of existing toxins.

Qi Guanyan flushed red, only to see Ni Cai shaking her fist at him, then bowing her head in silent thought.

“Third Brother, I’ve come to see you! Did you miss me?” A voice rang out from outside, breaking the silence between them.

“If you don’t want to say, never mind. I don’t care to know, anyway.” A stubborn refusal to admit defeat—no one embodied this more than Feng Jianchen.