Chapter 68 The Arrival of the Black Swan

“However, since someone has dared to provoke our Skeleton Assassins and even caused two of our members to go missing, this has already challenged our bottom line.”
Cold Thorn responded indifferently, exhaling a cloud of smoke before hastily leaving the old mansion.

At the airport in Dragon City—

“This woman…”

“I’m going to be late picking up Qin Hong. I’ll get the cat food when I come back, okay?” She gently stroked its fluffy head.

Upon hearing this, Josie hurriedly opened her Weibo account and found that her long-neglected page had exploded with activity.

Although he didn’t have a business card of his own, he had seen a few before. The bosses’ cards were always covered with a long list of titles, as if they wished to fill the entire card with them.

In recent days, Dodo’s heart burned with fury. Back when he was in Jiangnan, wherever he went, he conquered in a single battle—if gods blocked the way, he killed gods; if Buddhas blocked the way, he killed Buddhas.

He never would have thought that Shichen would be so bold as to act in front of so many people.

At Grey’s reply, the leaders of the Sanctuary of Sacred Blood were at first stunned, then erupted in rage, glaring at Grey with eyes ablaze.

Her answer seemed to be within Li Yunze’s expectations. He curled his lips into a faint smile, then lowered his head for a moment. Though he’d expected this, he still felt a touch of disappointment. Li Yunze asked himself why he was disappointed, but could not answer, nor could he understand why he’d asked in the first place.

He wasn’t worried about the five assassins noticing his actions. With the people around the dining table blocking their view, and the five crouching or bending in the shadows, they couldn’t possibly see what was happening on the table.

A cold front swept across the country, roads were slick, traffic accidents frequent. All they could do was hope for good fortune.

“You didn’t know?” Pei Yufeng was a bit surprised. Chu Muge had been coming to the company often lately for work, so he’d assumed she knew about this matter.

For reasons he couldn’t explain, Zhongli Shuo felt a deep discomfort and rage at the scene before him. He had never been so angry; it was as if he’d lost a favorite toy.

Zhao Kesong lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and narrowed his eyes. He looked much more mature than half a year ago.

Outside the formation, there were several cave dwellings. Fan Xiaodong didn’t know what each one was for, but the bitter cold and ominous energy suggested they could be training grounds or treasure vaults.

As Badak walked down the street, the shouts of vendors hawking their wares filled his ears. This surprised him, for in the original Naruto, there was never this kind of bothersome street peddling.

“Heh, I didn’t expect you to last this long. You—step forward!” The man with the ghost mask shouted at Ouyang Yanran.

Liu Moyan’s hand unconsciously released the man’s shoulder. Regret flickered in her eyes, yet her lips pressed together stubbornly, unwilling to apologize.

He chose to sing “Exaggerated” because Wang Xiu wanted to sing, and because he felt life itself was nothing but an exaggeration.

Once the order was given, there was no turning back. Blades rose, their cold gleam forming a unique silver moon in the dark night. Blood stained the weapons, dyeing that silver moon a vivid crimson—seductive and deadly.

He wasn’t afraid they’d run. If they did, Badak could track them to the ends of the earth.

Lin Moxian felt even more uneasy. He’d been too emotional earlier, but now something seemed wrong. Zhang Lei drove the car into a remote mountainous area and stopped. Surrounded by hills, dust filled the air as they traveled down the main road.

Tong Guai-guai basked in the morning sun, deciding to walk to the company. The sunlight was warm and comfortable on her body.