Chapter 137: Schemes and Stratagems

"Be more specific!" Mu Chengyao’s tone remained indifferent, as if he were not particularly concerned, yet Yan Zhen no longer dared to take him lightly.

Yan Bazhai said, "Actually, we haven't uncovered much. We only know that the Japanese are collecting antiques from all over the country through a Huzhou merchant named Mu Jian. They are then transported to Tai'an, where the Heaven-Crippled Gang handles the loading. Everything has been greased well in advance, and the route is completely unobstructed."

Mu Chengyao nodded and asked, "Then what do you intend to do?"

Whether it was Lu Yalan’s imagination or not, although Mu Chengyao looked the same as before, she felt that ever since Yan Bazhai finished that sentence, Mu Chengyao had become somewhat distracted.

Yan Zhen slapped his thigh and blurted out, "What else could we do? We’re going to take them back, of course!"

"Then I shall choose a location near my senior brother; let’s go with the Liang Kingdom. We can go together then. Senior brother, to what extent do you plan to suppress your cultivation?" Zixin asked.

With a thunderous "clang," the so-called Military King, who had just charged forward, was sent flying back over a thousand meters in an instant. He found himself face-to-face with Pei Jinzhong, who was rushing toward him. Without a word, the two engaged in combat.

"Tsk." The moment they dodged, a barrage of ice shards fired toward them in mid-air. "Is there a second mage?" Theoretically, a mage only trains in the elemental attributes of their own specialization, so... this person firing the ice shards had to be a second mage.

As Tahm Kench used Flash followed by his Tongue Lash ability to latch onto Kled, whose courage meter had just passed the halfway mark, Kled, appearing on the giant screen, immediately countered with an axe swing to Tahm Kench’s forehead.

"You stupid donkey, I'm over here; that’s a pillar!" The youth with the nose ring sneered, but he didn't stop his movements, using his right hand to strike at the golden donkey.

"My demonic might reigns supreme!" The titan of the Qi family roared at the heavens, his voice shaking the universe, as he hurled his demonic fist downward toward Jiang Dong.

Wade and Nowitzki were the first to be substituted out; these two were the team’s "primary protected assets." To ensure they could finish the entire season in good health, Carlisle aimed to keep them at about 32 minutes per game.

Unexpectedly, Shen Nianyi was very understanding. At the right moment, revealing his identity was equivalent to giving him a fresh chance. Although he was so terrified that his tongue felt tied, he knew he could not afford to say the wrong thing this time.

"So, does he or does he not know that your name is on the list of candidates for the harem?" Yin Qi’s anger surged. At the thought of the news he had received—and the fact that he had seen it with his own two eyes, the name Sun Shining clearly written on the list—he nearly lost his grip and dropped the document.

There was a large pot at the Wen family's place. Yan Sirui set up another stove, prepared three fish, and simmered a full pot of fish soup.

Previously, when Chunfang and the others weren't working the fields, she hadn't agreed even when her mother asked; therefore, she didn't worry about this at all, though she had already received her mother's good intentions.

Zhu Shi was not oblivious; it was just that the movements of this brother and sister were truly suspicious. The more he questioned them, the more suspicious they became.

Otherwise, when he had used these remains for experiments in the past, it would have been impossible for him not to notice that a trace of life force remained in the bones.

"I, I didn't mean to." Mei Yeru was also indignant; she had just tossed it aside, perhaps a bit too forcefully.

She naturally knew the other party had been trying to curry favor with her, and she knew why. But the more he did so, the less she could accept it.

Cang Wu, observing from the sidelines, saw this even more clearly. In his eyes, Cheng Mo hadn't made many movements at all; he simply pointed his chopsticks out, and it was as if Yang Zong had deliberately collided with them. It wasn't a matter of striking after the opponent but arriving first; strictly speaking, they had both moved at the same time.

Honestly, a strange sense of admiration for Xu Xia had begun to grow in his heart, though the feeling was somewhat fleeting and didn't quite feel real.

Yao Qingmu’s clothes were already half-damp, and even though she was wrapped in Rong Yun’s coat, she was shivering from the biting wind.

The teams went one after another. Whether they had learned from the others' lessons or simply felt that no matter how embarrassing they were, they couldn't be worse than Class 11, the rest of the performances went smoothly.