Chapter 42: Birthday Banquet 4

Qiao Wu followed his gaze and looked over. "Is that Sister Ningchu over there? Oh? Brother Jiaye is there too. What are they talking about? Brother, let's go down and take a look as well."

Tantai Chao and Qiao Wu descended. As soon as they reached the lower level, someone stepped forward to introduce themselves, attempting to curry favor with Tantai Chao.

Tantai Chao merely nodded in acknowledgment. "Today is Elder Qiao's birthday banquet; we do not discuss business. Please excuse me."

Qiao Wu greeted the guests from behind, "Welcome to your arrival today, my brother and..."

By the twentieth round, forty cards from the deck lay spread across the table, yet the chip counts in the hands of the two players remained remarkably close.

A concentric circle, centered around the lumber yard. A concentric circle was a zone acceptable to many teams.

At this moment, the team on the hillside had already caught sight of Lin Shengxi's figure, but they lacked the spare capacity to engage him, currently focusing all their firepower on the riverside team that had killed their teammate.

"An attack of your caliber is incapable of inflicting any harm upon me!" Lei Yunqing's expression turned icy.

"Shut up." Ding Zhu's calm voice echoed softly through the dark space. Though quiet, it acted like an audio switch, instantly cutting off Antokek's ceaseless screaming.

He transformed into a streak of azure light that fled toward a certain part of the void, and then began setting up a method to contact his friends in the upper realms.

Chu Cheng nodded, taking Chen Feihua back a few steps. Only after confirming that no further sound emanated from behind them did he slowly turn around.

Just as the frequency of the blue team's pointer grew increasingly rapid, Ding Zhu discovered they had unexpectedly arrived at the edge of a mountain.

"Ah, what good luck. An airdrop is coming. Come on, let's see what's inside this airdrop first," Xi Nian remarked.

His bizarre premonitions had been verified several times over; he believed this time would be no exception either, yet he asked himself if he could simply avoid the fight and do nothing—he knew he could not.

For a moment, Liu Yu felt a sense of madness, never expecting that digesting the visualization figure would require taking such a risk.

However, for the sake of safety, they still kept all activities and information strictly confidential from Old Zhou and those around him.

Having restored his original appearance, Lu Changsheng rode his horse a hundred miles away from Ox-head Mountain. Ensuring no one was pursuing him, he paused to rest and prepared to recover his spiritual energy.

Xia Yu was a student at Yaluo Academy. If he found out that Lu Changsheng was an employee of the Crimson Group, who knew if he might overthink things?

Moreover, these fundamental constants were still constantly shifting, directly causing the technological framework upon which humanity previously depended for survival to enter a state of total collapse. They had no choice but to either pivot to a different path or continuously revise their technological systems and achievements in accordance with the changing fundamental constants.

Xu Zishan was just about to explain that this was not their son when she suddenly saw Ge Lei looking at her with yearning eyes. Swallowing her words, she simply said "Thank you" to the photographer.

He instantly drew his military dagger, took a few large strides to leap onto the courtyard wall, and looked around. The surroundings were pitch black; aside from the crashing waves, the roaring sea breeze, and the north wind, there was nothing.

Looking closely, they were all frozen into solid blocks of ice, expressions of utter terror locked upon their faces.

After taking a brief stroll through the inner city, the two of them headed toward the central core peak of the marketplace.

"No, no, no! How many times do I have to tell you?! I really didn't do anything!" Miss Zhao cried out in an emotional and somewhat breaking collapse.

Naturally, regarding this final piece of secret history, ordinary members of the Black Dragon Society would never know it.

Ye Suiyun thought to himself, "If I do not return, I fear Da Qi and Yunqing will be in danger. Yet Miss Tang's whereabouts remain unknown; I cannot simply leave just like this." Unable to make up his mind, he hesitated in indecision.

When Long Que once again appeared in the imperial court, the court had already returned to complete tranquility.

A splash of chicken soup had splattered across the front lapel of his shirt. Having brought no spare clothes with him—and assuming his original attire had long since been discarded—the stained area was small, so he figured washing it would make it dry in no time.