Chapter Fifty-Nine: He Will Not Let It Go

Guo Yan was clearly caught off guard by Ma Wu’s sudden remark. He fell silent for a while, then burst out laughing, “Yes, I’ve finally managed to remove the ‘deputy’ from in front of my title as Director.”
Ma Wu smiled, “Jinshan—wasn’t that an easy catch? Didn’t take too much trouble, did it?”
Guo Yan shook his head with a smile, “Not too much trouble. With the information you provided, we…”
At that moment, the sound of crying that had been echoing abruptly stopped as Guo Yan finished speaking. After a brief pause, the faint rustling of clothing could be heard.
“I’ll do it,” Wang Jin volunteered. They were still at least five hundred meters from the watchtower. If anyone else tried to sneak over, who knew how long it would take. They’d have to inch closer, taking out the guard little by little. But for Wang Jin, it was no trouble at all—he could handle it easily.
Ye Tan’s words sent a cold sweat down Xu Jingzong’s back. Good heavens, did she know how much three horses cost? If they were good ones, not less than two hundred coins, even mediocre ones would fetch sixty or seventy. And all that, just to buy a leaf? What was she thinking?
“I demand that Lehmann step down! He’s unfit to be mayor!” A middle-aged man climbed onto the platform, waving a placard densely scrawled with words. Chu Yun couldn’t make out what was written, but guessed they were protest slogans.
“I’m afraid of injections. All right, let’s keep going. With me here, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” The zombie gestured to show what he feared, but insisted on pressing forward. The sooner they reached Renjia Town, the more people he could drain, and the stronger he would become.
The two of them scrutinized the gravestone again, but no matter how they looked, they couldn’t discern how it had been constructed or joined together. It seemed utterly seamless, as if it had always been one immense, perfect gravestone.
“Oh, so you’ve already seen your sister? Come to kill Tian Boguang and avenge her, have you?” Wang Jin knew perfectly well why the Invincible East had come, but still decided to play along.
For Wang Jin, opening up someone’s meridians was a simple matter. As a cultivator, reading the flow of another’s meridians was child’s play.
This man always spoke his mind, so Pei Yuan—who had long been used to his own set of porcelain—was now using the white porcelain Ye Tan favored: clean, rimmed with the simplest pattern of flowering trees, yet exuding a rare elegance.
As the tightly closed doors slowly opened a crack, a man in a vest appeared, a green dragon coiled around his shoulder, a vicious scar running across his left eye, his hair cropped short. He carried a bag in his hand as he stepped out.
Plans for the movie had already made headlines across all the major entertainment outlets; it was no surprise Hua Jianfeng knew about it.
“Me? Is it because of me? If I hadn’t taken you to the casino back then—if I hadn’t helped you discover your abilities, taught you how to use them—you would never have become like this!” The only one present bowed his head, kneading his face with both hands in anguish.
If it hadn’t been for the pills Raina had given him and the powder she’d applied to ward it off, Yan Wang would have long since become a werewolf.
Du Kai wanted everyone to know what Yundong truly was. Yundong was never a place you could come and go as you pleased, and certainly not a place where clever tricks would get you anywhere.
Song Shan smiled; he admired Feng Jianjun’s fervor and that indomitable spirit that refused to admit defeat.
“Good! Thank you, Mr. Zhang. I’ll go report to my superiors at once. But, Mr. Zhang, this time we need quite a few machine tools. Will your Colorstone Group have any difficulties?” Miao Guozhi asked.
Zhou Zhaolong was a little startled, unsure what Liu Yingfeng intended, but Liu Yingfeng sat unmoving, merely flicking his fingers in rapid succession.
The system made it clear to Du Kai: whether the boy could be saved was uncertain. For when a foreign entity possessed a human, the only chance of salvation was before the human soul was extinguished.