Volume 1, Chapter 32: If Not Him, Then Who?

I looked at Kou Shuiquan, my stomach churning with rage. "You still have the nerve to ask me what I mean? You’re still playing dumb with me?"

Sheng Ge looked at me, confused. "Gangzi, don't be hasty. Sit down and let's talk."

I kept my grip on Kou Shuiquan’s arm, sat down, and said, "Sheng Ge, I’ve checked the accounts for the billiard hall!"

Sheng Ge’s eyes narrowed instantly, though he wasn't as impulsive as I was. He glanced at Kou Shuiquan and said, "Eat first. We’ll talk when we’re done."

Given my temper, I would have beaten Kou Shuiquan to a pulp right then and there, but I had to show respect to Sheng Ge. What I didn't expect was for Kou Shuiquan to say...

Zhan Beiting pulled Ye Mingming’s arm and, without hesitation, left a kiss on her lips.

"I don't know either. Mother Empress wants to see me; it might be something urgent." Murong Ye shook his head. He was actually quite puzzled; he had just paid his respects to his mother that morning, and she had given him detailed instructions for the day. It didn’t make sense for her to summon him so urgently.

From this, it was clear that the Blazing Flame Hall was indeed significantly weaker in strength than the White Tiger and Azure Dragon Halls.

Minglang sat beside him, draped an arm over his shoulder, and then used a finger to gently lift his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.

With a dull thud, the man who had been attacking was sent flying backward in a strange arc, his nasal bridge collapsed and blood spraying from his nose.

Xiao Bai heard Zhan Yan’er’s voice and was taken aback. What could this person want with Zhan Beiting?

Watching how happily Ye Mingming was eating, Zhan Beiting went back downstairs to instruct the nanny to prepare more of her favorite dishes. He knew she must have been starving these past few days.

All around were rescue workers and police maintaining order. Occasionally, one could see homeless people gazing around in distress. This flood had destroyed many people's homes and torn many families apart.

"Liu Meng, you are too kind. People take advantage of the kind. Have you thought about the attitude she had when she slapped you? She was so arrogant," Lu Jun said.

"I’m not entirely sure, but I heard from Sally that even if she hadn't resigned, you would have fired her. What did she do wrong?" Su Yu asked.

"Why? I think I can do it, as long as I want to... And I won't give up. It’s not that I can, I absolutely will do it. None of you can stop me—not Grandma, not Mommy, and not you either!" Tongtong said, very seriously.

After thinking for a moment, she walked toward the dressing room. Since the original owner was also a vampire count, her abilities should be on par with Mason's. If that was the case, there was no need to rush to improve her cultivation. She looked through the wardrobe, only to find dresses that were either extremely revealing or overly cumbersome.

After a while, she calmed herself, got out of bed, straightened her gown, and picked up the handbag that had fallen to the floor. She walked to the door and pulled the handle, but it wouldn't open. To her horror, she realized she had been locked inside.

"I know. You left because I wanted you to leave. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault; it was my constant posturing that made us waste so much time." Tang Xin lowered her head in shame, unable to face him.

Zhuang Rou grabbed the water bag and took a deep gulp. The ice-cold water extinguished the fire in her throat, finally allowing her to catch her breath.

Wei Anning sipped the wine. It was extremely strong. She glanced at the red wine in her glass; most red wines didn't have such a high alcohol content. Suspicion grew in her heart, and she looked toward Cecilia and Catherine, but neither reacted.

However, since no one was skilled in medicine, they could only take out some hemostatic pills and feed them to Yun Chujiu.

Jiang Chuanxiong must have deeply hated whoever harmed Jiang Yuetang, but he was forced to endure in silence for lack of evidence.

At night, she woke up once, sat up alertly, and lightly lifted the bed curtains to look at the adjacent bed. She saw Fang Zhaoheng sleeping on his back, fully clothed. His breathing was steady and long; he was already fast asleep.

She flipped over the silver ingot and saw an official seal on the bottom. Sure enough, it was all official currency; there wasn't even a single scrap of silver.

Ling Tianyun knew he wouldn't find any clues here, so he cast his gaze back toward the man in black. The dappled tree shadows were illuminated by the faint light from the sky, and with the howling cold wind, the swaying shadows moved around them like ghostly apparitions.

The crowd was dumbfounded to see Shi Jingtian wrapped up like a zongzi. If it were them, they would have suffocated to death long ago. Thinking of their own plight, they felt hopeless.

"Really?" Hearing this, Jin Dou sat up with a start, staring straight at Shi Jingtian.

"You... who are you again?" For some reason, an ominous premonition surged in Zhen Shifeng’s heart.

The sky gradually darkened, and the vast forest seemed to be veiled by a giant black curtain, plunging the entire expanse into pitch darkness. Through the gaps in the branches, one could only see tiny, shimmering stars, as if they were embedded in the ink-black void.

"Thinking so highly of yourself, never missing a chance to show off!" Xiang Renjie muttered from the side.

Gradually letting go of his worries, he found an indescribable sense of comfort in strolling through nature. Yet, the horned eagles that refused to leave still cast shadows in the high sky, their occasional cries startling countless birds and beasts, which made Shi Jingtian feel deeply uneasy.

He topped the list of Saints, humiliated the elite disciples of the Sword Sect, and was invincible in the face of adversity. How could those who knew him ever forget him?

After all, such poetry—with its four primary Great Daos and its unique poetic soul—was simply impossible to imitate.

Everyone was singing praises of Luo Yujie’s chivalry and heroic deeds, while Luo Qiheng was not mentioned at all.

Kong came down from the sedan, muttering words, and burned a talisman, mixing the ashes into a bowl of water for those people to drink.

Coincidentally, Zu Yue possessed fire-attribute primordial energy in his body, which perfectly countered metal-attribute energy and Zero force.

In front of the Security Department command hall, Quan Bin called Zhao Hanchi, telling him to keep his son in check.

As for now, Yori’s proposal to see where Hamada Jiro trained was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

From the Tiger Crown's roaring wind to the Shadow Warrior Shaowei of Jade Beam Emperor, the Thousand-Faced Asura Spear Jade Beam Emperor had endless tricks up his sleeve.

The enemy was more slippery than imagined, but as long as they dared to strike, there would always be a way to catch them.

Song Xinyue spoke up in anger. Marrying a total stranger? That was absolutely impossible.

After speaking, He Qian immediately signaled Liu Daofu with her eyes to leave at once and to take the onlookers with him.

Zixuan was naturally extremely satisfied with such a prospective disciple. No master dislikes a hard-working student, especially one with unparalleled talent.

As the Master of Destruction, she truly lived up to her mission. Even after losing her memories and becoming a wandering ghost, she was still step by step leading this world toward destruction.