Chapter 142: Jealousy

Mu Chengyao seemed to read Yan Bazhai’s mind and promised, "Rest assured, I am not sending you to your deaths."

Yan Bazhai was a clever man, and clever men often overthink. To avoid any potential trouble, Mu Chengyao clarified further, "The method is a bit convoluted and indirect, but since we will be operating from behind the scenes, there will be no danger."

So, this man had never intended to use them as cannon fodder from the very beginning?

Mu Chen had avoided direct conflict with the Heaven-Cripple Gang. Yan Bazhai had previously assumed it was because Mu Chen lacked the manpower and was therefore calculating every step, but now it seemed he had been planning for their sake all along.

With this realization, Yan Bazhai’s mood improved, and his attitude became much more amiable. He pulled a newspaper from his sleeve, unfolded it, and brought up another matter: "Since we intend to let more..."

The one speaking was Yuan Tianlong. Having been severely humiliated by Yuan Qingdan and ultimately outclassed, he harbored a deep-seated hatred for him, though he was currently powerless to take direct revenge.

Su Jingyu and Helan Yao took a different path, their every movement appearing entirely natural.

In the time that followed, the group maintained a prolonged silence, focused on searching for the fluorescence on the water's surface.

He pulled the phone away slightly and rubbed his ear, thinking to himself, "This girl, is there really any need to be this excited?"

Although he was his own son, he had learned through interrogations of Ye Honghai’s captured confidants that Ye Honghai’s betrayal had been planned for quite some time. Furthermore, it was under his constant instigation that the eldest son, Ye Hongjian, had met his current fate.

Dongfang Jiaoyang frowned slightly. She knew Luo Yan was not telling the truth, but at this point, the truth seemed irrelevant. For whatever reason, Xiaoyaozi’s identity had been exposed, and what she had struggled to prevent for so many years had finally come to pass.

Understanding this, Ye Feng could sympathize with the other party. Next came the actual division of the spoils! According to his preferences, that short sword inevitably became his prize. Beyond that, there were other special artifacts for forging, the most precious of which was a necklace that came with its own elemental attributes!

Su Yunhe let go after speaking and jumped down from the carriage. Furong was startled, but when she leaned out, she saw him waving at her, his expression as sorrowful as if they were parting for the last time.

Glancing at the full plate of melon seeds to his right, he silently picked one up and brought it to his lips.

The moment that sound rang out, Lin Wei felt a sudden, sharp, twisting pain in his body.

This story was not just absurd or nonsensical; it was utterly incoherent. Just because of this, he killed his own father?

Di Wangbocha examined the corpse demon and found that its left eye had been gouged out. He was instantly enraged, and a massive swarm of poisonous insects poured from beneath his feet, covering the ground in a thick layer within moments.

Some people, unwilling to wait in line without a clear timeframe, gradually left the queue for other stalls.

He Ma straightened his suit, adjusted his glasses, and stood up. Because of his excellent eloquence and logic, his popularity had remained in the top five, though he struggled to break into the top three—which, in truth, already met his expectations. If this were a real competition, he would have explicitly criticized the opponent's inflammatory performance, but since this was an entertainment program, was he expected to follow suit?

This was the real long-legged beauty. It was only after hearing the sound of her high heels that Lu Fan realized the first "long-legged beauty" had been a ghost.

Moreover, Yongzhen Battery Company was a newly established enterprise, and its market for batteries had yet to fully open up.

"Understood. I will go back and report to Jiangang." Old President Li stood up, trembling.

In Angel’s eyes, Borunlang was like a marionette in a stage play—a puppet that had one day, for some reason, become enlightened. He discovered that he was a puppet, and he realized that his every movement was not of his own will, but directed by the strings pulled by another.

Borunlang remained silent for a long time, seemingly weighing whether to speak. Yet, looking at Alex’s firm gaze and recalling how Alex had acted when he believed he had died, he hesitated.

But when Ye Zusheng turned on his flashlight, he discovered that the thick gray mist had disappeared once again.