Chapter 141: Identity

Only when the footsteps outside had completely faded away did Mu Jian respectfully ask Ito Susumu, "Mr. Ito, what shall we do next?"

Ito Susumu tapped his fingers against the tabletop, pondering for a long moment before replying, "Do not act rashly for now. We shall wait and see how the situation develops."

His accent was heavy, bearing no resemblance to the Mandarin spoken in the Huguang region, yet Mu Jian understood him effortlessly, clearly long accustomed to his speech.

Mu Jian frowned. "But inquisitive reporters have already dug up the Celestial Remnant Gang’s involvement in the trafficking of antiques. If this continues, it is only a matter of time before we are exposed."

Trafficking laborers carried far more severe social repercussions than smuggling antiques; the latter remained a distant concern that the average person might never encounter, whereas the trafficking of laborers affected everyone’s personal interests—a risk no one dared to take.

Duan Shiyi was also up there. A table had been set on the roof tiles, complete with wine and food. Could it be that these two had been out here for so long just to drink, chat, and watch the moon?

However, turning to look at the Ninth Prince’s expression, Duan Shiyi felt something was amiss. If there were some hidden scheme afoot, how could this situation be turned around?

A-Ying had relied on her own efforts to reach where she was today. Even when that major incident occurred at the seminar, neither she nor the Liu family had stepped forward to help them.

There was no need to struggle so hard. Even if she risked her meager magic, if she were to strike blindly and go for the head, she refused to believe that the Lord would truly protect him time and again.

Men are all concerned with face. If he does not speak of it, it is because he cherishes you. If you do not understand this, then you, as a wife, are being unreasonable.

Following the command without question, the group behind him moved in unison. Fengyun Zhantian, looking entirely innocent, followed along as well.

Admittedly, there were many classics in Cantopop, and certain types of songs were indeed better suited for Cantonese than Mandarin, but Zi Miao remained uneasy.

Indeed, this was the predicament I, the Divine Lord, found myself in: cast into a ditch in the middle of a desolate wilderness, unable to fly out, unable to manifest my divine form, unable to speak, and my vision—which should have been perfectly fine—mysteriously failing to discern the young woman’s features.

As the sky gradually darkened, the duelists' battles grew more intense; every corner of the island had become a potential battlefield.

"Imprison Uncle Jin in the dungeon for now, and wait for Chancellor Zheng to return to Haojing before passing judgment!" Ji Gongnie ordered.

"..." Da Dong stood with his hands pressed tightly against the seams of his trousers, his posture rigid. The security guards behind him dared not even draw a full breath.

Yu Changlong remained as stoic as ever, but his face twitched noticeably; he wanted to say something, yet the words did not come.

Although he now possessed a general understanding of martial artists, both his background and his experiences had left him with far too little interaction with them.

This young man and Linlin were both victims. The fact that Linlin could shield him from a bullet proved how deeply she loved him, and now that this young man was willing to spend a fortune to send her to the United States for treatment, surely his love for her was no less profound.

"Damn it, you don't consider me, a peak Earth-tier powerhouse, worth notice, do you?" Fan Bayin, seeing that he had been completely ignored during the battle between the man and the insect, shouted in frustration.

At the Yellow tier, one relies on comprehending the Spirit Core; at the Profound tier, one relies on fusion. But what of the Earth tier? One must derive power from within—without a foundation, how can one derive anything?

The youngest brother wore a new black shirt, with black silk and white flowers pinned to his arm and chest in mourning for the deceased.

This was a practical problem. Without money, one could not continue to acquire oil field shares; without sufficient shares, one could not attract global tycoons to negotiate here, which in turn meant the subsequent plans could not proceed.

By midday, the news that the Seventh Prince had been killed by an unknown Emperor-tier powerhouse had spread throughout the Kingdom of Yunan. When a monarch is enraged, the kingdom trembles; even the neighboring kingdoms received the news, and people speculated wildly about who could be so audacious.

"Stop!" Hong Jiu suddenly roared. Lin Yang quickly leaped away. The leopard, dazed by the collision, struggled to its feet and glared at Lin Yang.

Watching the mist-shrouded Xibei Village, Hede smiled gently, recalling his conversation with that scoundrel Kunke the previous night.

Her goal was simply to be with Ge Pei in peace, without having to live in constant fear that the Imperial Brother would send men to hunt them down.