Young Master, No 12

Duan Lang looked closely, unable to believe there could be two twin sisters so strikingly alike! He could not find the slightest difference between them at all.

Playing while gazing at each other, their eyes met and intertwined, and the corners of both their lips curled into a smile in unison.

Because once a public apology was made, what would be the point of him coming to the hotel? More crucially, wouldn't a public apology be equivalent to announcing to the entire world that there were serious flaws within the competition's organizing committee? This would cause Kimura to lose all face and make the tournament appear entirely lacking in credibility.

Cloud Hawk reached out one arm to wrap around Beichen Xi's waist, while his other hand grabbed Ziling's arm, and Ziling quickly grabbed the Old Drunkard. At that very moment, the modified warrior was less than fifty meters away, and the detector in its hand emitted a beeping alarm, clearly having detected abnormal life signs.

If the Divine Mountain truly existed within an independent spatial rift as Cloud Hawk described, it meant that using conventional navigation methods—no matter how exceptional the invented superluminal spacecraft or jump technologies might be—it would remain utterly impossible to reach the Divine Mountain.

"Indeed, this is truly the biggest business in the world!" Ye Feng nodded, saying that whoever controls energy controls the world—a principle of extreme simplicity. The immense power generated by this substance, just as the Times reported back then, would fill the Earth with boundless might.

"But Captain Yan said it's better if you don't leave the police station..." Wang Jian hesitated slightly.

"Exactly so!" Facing Meijuan, Wu Danlong remarked that time was pressing and that moving the schedule up by one day was a remarkably brilliant move, expressing his full agreement.

Journeying westward all the way, they left the urban area behind, moving far away from the towering skyscrapers until they finally reached their destination: the Ice Emperor Club.

Inside the Dragon Chant Hall of the Imperial Palace, a pungent smell of alcohol rushed over one's face. A tall figure sat by the dragon bed, surrounded by countless wine bottles.

Baili Yuxin felt that something was amiss with the person in his arms, so he sat down with her on the soft couch, wanting to see how she was doing. How could he have forgotten that she had just recovered from a fever and had come to offer her apologies to him without resting properly? He was truly deserving of death for letting his beloved suffer.

Meanwhile, within Prince Wei's command tent camp, there was none of the tension usually associated with the smoke of war. Everyone understood that this was an unquestionable, destined victory. The Qi Dynasty's fortune had run out, and Prince Wei's presence here meant he was destined to fulfill and conclude this nation's retribution. They would not lose, nor could they possibly lose.

Because despite presenting a facade of strict moral righteousness, if anyone with exceptionally sharp hearing listened closely, they would find that the seemingly nonsensical incantation endings chanted by Qin Yu were invariably laced with witty remarks regarding someone's parents and ancestors. The breadth of his vocabulary and the brilliance of his phrasing would undoubtedly leave later generations in awe and adulation.

Although Su Yi was a cold and unyielding Marshal of Tianlan, Jiang Yu was not particularly afraid of him. During the border wars of yesteryear, even though he was Su Yi's direct subordinate, he had admired this peerless, strategically brilliant "God of War" marshal from the bottom of his heart. In private, however, he and the Su siblings were very good friends.

"Understood! This subordinate understands and will go do it right away." Ji Yiming was startled, but immediately snapped back to reality. He gave a crisp, decisive salute and withdrew to make the preparations.

Time ticked away second by second, quiet and undisturbed. She seemed lost in her own thoughts when suddenly the phone in her bag rang. Startled, she pulled it out, answered, and spoke in a slightly fatigued voice: "Hello, who is this?" Not recognizing the unfamiliar phone number, she asked directly.

Yet throughout this past year—for the more than a year since Tianlan's prospective empress vanished—Han Linlin had transitioned from initial terror and bewilderment to gradual composure, and had even reignited new hope within her heart.

"Tell me, Moran, what is wrong with you?" Yan Anxing, having wiped away his filth, pulled up his trousers while shouting out his question to the brother who was acting completely unlike his usual self.

This group of people was none other than Qingyi, the leader of the Plain-Cloth Guards, and his ten subordinates, who had come dispatched under Long Yin's orders.

"You must be men from the Vulture, aren't you? It really wasn't easy setting things up for this long," Li Hua suddenly sneered. Seeing the drastic change in the opponent's expression, he knew his guess was correct.

"Last chance. If you don't speak up, I'll slice the flesh off your body piece by piece and make you eat it yourself. Tell me, would it be better braised in soy sauce, or deep-fried?" The threatening voice sounded once more, calm as before, as if describing something entirely commonplace.

It seemed that spirit stones could not be touched by just anyone, prompting Han Wei to recall Lin Xue. What on earth made her body different from ordinary people, such that spirit stones only caused her to become hyperactive?

Seeing that the Demon Queen had spoken, the two had no choice but to clink their glasses while harboring opposing thoughts, pretending to wipe away past grudges with a smile.

Huang Kui was not poisoned as deeply as the others; his eyes were open and his consciousness clear, though his limbs were weak and completely immobile. Yet he acutely felt the agonizing, piercing pain of Xiaoyaozi's silver-barbed spear piercing his thigh. Enduring it fiercely, he clenched his teeth and glared viciously at Xiaoyaozi.

However, with Feng Yilin around—a walking, all-purpose encyclopedia essential for both staying at home and traveling—there was a tremendous advantage: he eliminated the need for a guide, allowing them to enjoy a free-spirited trip for two without any fear of getting lost, facing language barriers, or running out of money. It simply could not get any better.

Dressed in identical attire were Wuying, Wuque, Qingyi, and Rongying, all of whom were feeling around in the water for fish.

Xiaoyaozi's heart was filled with guilt, but matters had reached this point and could no longer be undone, leaving him no choice but to face it bravely.

Watching Ah Yan perform the task so skillfully, his knife-work was naturally beyond reproach.

Clearly, she must have known what bad things Zhang Feng and Xiaoxuan were doing inside the room, which explained her current reaction.

This sentence seemingly offered a step down, or rather, it was indeed a step conveniently extended right to her door: pretending he came to check because her room was haunted would do, or even making up any other plausible or implausible excuse would suffice.

"Mr. Zuo, Academician Zuo. I respect your status, but that does not mean you can play dumb with me. There was the wreckage of a truck at the explosion site, and it has been verified that the truck came directly from Mr. Zuo's territory. At the scene, we also found three sets of human remains, with one body reduced to mere fragments."

"Is this the simulation of that mysterious energy? If this energy were to be released, I wouldn't be surprised if it blew up the entire research institute," Zuo Xuan said with deep emotion as he watched the electric arcs.

Compared to satellite communications, the bandwidth of dial-up internet was slow, yet it was sufficient for the low-video-quality standards of that era. Crucially, compared to satellite broadcasting, the telephone company's broadband fees were less than one percent.