Chapter 81: I Could Never Enter the Game with You

The crucial point deliberately ignored by Shen Yue was like a scar carved into his heart. He never wanted to admit he was inferior to Shen Liangyan—whether in his career or in matters concerning Wen Han.

“So, Ah Yue, you can be with Wen Han if you want, but I won’t join you in this game.” Xu Yu spoke resolutely, and as he turned to leave, Shen Yue pulled him into his arms...

“Stand behind me,” Sima Feiyun instructed the two of them, his right hand already resting on his sword hilt. Chen Xing knew he was about to attack.

“Old Bear—” Huang Kun guessed what Bear Guoqing was about to say. His tone was gentle and indifferent, but inside he felt a hint of gloating. With a new mayor arriving, Bear Guoqing’s dreams of the office were dashed. As a township official suppressed by both Fei Jianguo and Bear Guoqing, to say he felt no schadenfreude would be a lie.

Xiao Yitian’s heart stirred; he sharpened his focus, but outwardly maintained a look of indifference.

Suddenly, beneath the city wall outside, there was a faint unusual sound... Yet it was so subtle that none above heard it. The darkness was thick as ink, almost impossible to see anything, and the soldiers atop the wall could not discern what was happening below.

Nevertheless, Luo Zhiyuan refused to believe that Linhai Bicycle Factory would finance the acquisition of Anbei Bicycle Factory—even if the city managed to reach a consensus for cooperation, the conditions offered would surely be harsher than those from Kangqiao Corporation.

“No way...” Chen Xing was dumbfounded; surely they weren’t really inside that monster’s belly.

“Too late! You’ll spend tonight in the hospital morgue!” Song Zhaoqi’s sinister voice echoed from behind, causing the group’s hearts to skip a beat.

Despite everything, out of years of friendship, Ji Du the Immortal Envoy still kindly cautioned Jin the Immortal Envoy. He truly did not wish for Jin to walk that path and suffer severe punishment from the Immortal Ancestor.

“Then do you know Bayern’s specific tactics and situation?” Dongfang Jieyi asked, hitting the nail on the head.

Luo Qiang’s boxing, fierce yet deft, comprised twenty-four moves in the universe’s harmony. His technique flowed seamlessly; each of the four opponents took six blows—no more, no less. Yet the pain was undeniable.

“Good!” Qi Chu strode to the curtain, lifted it, let Lan Ting go first, then followed.

A tall, handsome young man with an unusually long face stood at the entrance of a recording studio with his manager. The two exchanged uncertain looks.

Lin Quan’s level was now incredibly close to seventy-nine. At this rate, slaying a few dozen Hell Cows would let him advance smoothly to level eighty.

Lan Ting suddenly stood. He would not allow anyone to hold a blade to the young master’s throat. With his current skills, not even ten Park commanders could match him. His usual restraint did not mean he couldn’t be angry. If anyone dared disrespect the young master, even if the King of Korea himself came, he’d strike if he must.

Although he couldn’t do much about Townsend in the end, he could still fulfill “that entrusted task” and obtain what he desired.

Li Yifan’s vision grew darker and darker, until he was engulfed in endless night. The last thing left in his memory was the youth’s unfinished words, uttered with the resolve of facing death, and the fierce, murderous expression on his handsome face.

This man stepped forward and asked who was Commander Park. Qi Chu walked up and said, “I am.” The man laughed heartily, saying he had finally awaited his arrival.

Until the masters are eliminated, they remain a hidden danger. After all, it’s easy to guard against open attacks but hard against those in the shadows. Who knows what vile schemes they might devise once they realize they cannot oppose him?

“Reporting to Your Highness, Princess Yilan and Young Master Tang from the Marquis of State Protection’s residence have started fighting!” The mounted soldier, gasping for breath, hurriedly informed Prince Lan.