Chapter Sixty-Two: The Maximum Security Prison

He had conceived this idea long before; it was only now, spurred by the incident of Wu Ting’s abduction, that Ma Wu’s yearning for power intensified, prompting him to advance his plan. Half a year ago, an incident shook the underworld of H City—a revolution erupted from within a syndicate. It seemed the second-in-command, dissatisfied with the leader’s authority, rallied loyal followers and rose in rebellion. Yet, for reasons unknown, the leader learned of their intentions ahead of time…

She had only spoken of the first matter, not yet the second. The first was mere courtesy; the second was the crux. However, the Empress interrupted before she could continue.

Drawing a long, deep breath and slowly exhaling, Mo Fengye finally lifted her gaze to look at the old Patriarch of the Feng family and the current head of the family. With a steady heart, she began to speak.

Yes, that must be it—this guy was surely holding a grudge for the beating he’d received before, purposely trying to dupe her for his own amusement. The way he’d looked at her earlier, as if drowning in intense affection, had almost convinced her.

A hand wrapped around her, drawing her closer to a body already radiating warmth. The perfect curve of his lips arched, and his mouth met her slightly parted, rosy lips.

The word “expel” was truly unpleasant—especially since it referred to himself. With self-awareness, Qianye Yu quickly substituted another, though “banish” was hardly much better.

Qin Ming wished to explain, but then felt there was no need. After all, he acted only according to his conscience; what others thought was none of his concern.

The emperor’s hand trembled and loosened, and the collar he’d just fastened slipped open again, this time even more than before.

“There’s no need to explain why your sister also plunged headfirst into it, is there?” Long Jiu’er glanced sidelong at Feng Weiwei.

Moreover, Chang Le always felt that as long as Xie Xun was given good resources and exposure, his rise to fame was only a matter of time.

“So what do we do? How do we deal with this spirit array?” The lion grew agitated, pacing in circles. He hadn’t expected such a dangerous formation here—now, rescuing the imprisoned beasts was out of the question; even his own safety was in jeopardy.

When Shen Wei first joined EDG, he was just an insignificant figure, so his contract was poor, entitling him only to a fixed monthly salary.

After marveling at the sunrise over Mount Tai, Hua Mingzhou and his companions descended the mountain and journeyed southwest. By the time they reached Wenshang, dusk was falling. Since there was no rush, they stopped at an inn for the night.

At this moment, Nanrong Peizuan was indeed standing in the corridor outside a grand hall, gazing south over the railing.

Suddenly, Qin Tian caught a faint, captivating fragrance. He glanced to his side to find Ling Xingyue standing at his left, though he hadn’t noticed her arrival, provoking a wave of envious and jealous stares.

“If you’d just landed straight from the ceiling to the floor just now, I wouldn’t have bothered to kick you,” Li Xiao couldn’t help but laugh.

You will never obtain the “Mark of the Divine and Demonic.” Give up on that idea! Isn’t living an ordinary life enough? Wouldn’t it be pleasant to be a leisurely prince, chatting idly? Why plunge into these muddy waters? The Fifth Prince, Qin Ji, folded his hands behind his back and let out a cold chuckle.

Xu You was eager to know who had bullied Qing Xuan, but he also understood Qing Xuan’s temperament.

He waited expectantly, but the sensation from last time never came. Not even the faintest hint. Only then did disappointment settle in. An unreliable past life was, in the end, unreliable.

This time, the red light yielded nothing. If there was any result at all, it was that the floor inexplicably sank a level.

Qin Tian’s heart leaped with joy. He thought to himself, if he could enter the Barbarian God Pool for a second round of cultivation, he could surely absorb even more blood essence.

Seeing the butler’s face alight with gossip, Xia Xueli grew embarrassed, burying her face in the man’s chest as a blush spread from her cheeks to her neck.

But in the next instant, from over a hundred coffins, the risen corpses surged toward the outer edge of the sword formation.