Chapter 52: Investment

After taking a day off, Ning Chu immersed herself back into work. Without all the high-society ladies' gatherings, this work gave her an even greater sense of accomplishment than attending those events.

"Does anyone have any different opinions regarding this project, *The Imperial Noble Consort's Biography*?"

This project, *The Imperial Noble Consort's Biography*, had been brought over by a director quite out of the blue on Monday, primarily to secure investment. The director was not entirely without a trace of fame, but those traces were all rather infamous. Every time he made it to the trending searches, it was because of his—

As Brother Li's voice trailed off, his true energy moved in accordance with his will. With every punch he threw, a bodyguard breathed his last and collapsed.

Presently, besides safeguarding the safety of the factory, the security department was also responsible for the factory's inspection duties.

Gu Xue was particularly looking forward to the New Year. It had been a very long time since she last celebrated it; back in modern times, the festive atmosphere was no longer this strong, and in the apocalyptic era, people did not celebrate the New Year at all.

Feng Xi immediately produced a sack of explosive talismans and threw them onto the ground. The phantom images of those spiritual swords instantly scattered like birds and beasts, hurriedly burrowing into the earth.

As for Tianlang, he was left completely speechless. He was unwilling to engage in this kind of boring verbal dispute with this person any longer.

Cloud Time is not at home, Zhao Ruhua didn't want to stay at home all the time hooked shoes, to the fields to walk.

Feng Xi nodded. "If I don't speak the truth, it really feels too uncomfortable in my heart, and I always feel a sense of guilt."

Beneath the branches and leaves, a chicken nest paved with straw and weeds held a dozen or so eggs.

Xiao Baidao entrusted the affairs of the sect to his three disciples. Once the leaves of the Primordial Breath Vine were retrieved, Elder Yin would come to pick the three of them up.

Li Qiuyang said calmly, but he was telling a lie. It was not that he hadn't encountered such a master in a long time; rather, he had never encountered one at all! However, the circle behind him was the absolute supreme authority in this field.

If the enemy chose to leave a single tank to defend the base, Buhui could easily take it out single-handedly. If they left two tanks, Buhui could still take them out with the cooperation of two AMX 1390s.

"Mata, do we want these people?" Shannan looked at the terrified customers and waiters inside the room, asking Mata whether they should silence them. After the three of them underwent beast transformation, their morphological characteristics were too obvious; as long as someone from the Beast Camp asked any of the eyewitnesses about their whereabouts, their identities would be exposed.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Long Xingyu suddenly moved. With a stomp of his foot, a silver path of light emerged, and his figure vanished abruptly.

Caught within a demonic pressure field of this level, even her elder sister was standing with a slightly arched posture, beads of cold sweat trickling down her temples. And this was still the result of him deliberately withdrawing the portion of pressure that should have belonged to her... Yet, the man before them remained completely expressionless, without even the slightest trace of mild discomfort.

For a moment, Wu Yuanxin and that crowd of young scions felt their hearts suspended high as well, yet none of them had any idea what kind of background Xiao Feng actually possessed.

Huangfu Xiong let out a miserable, piercing cry. Reflected in his eyes was the scene of Du Xin being cut in half at the waist by Cang Xing's sword. His eyes instantly turned bloodred, and he roared in grief and indignation.

Watching the vortex violently swirling around the purple-gold divine dragon like a tornado, Li Qing also flew away from his spot, heading deep into the tidal pool. He only stopped when complete darkness surrounded him on all sides, then slowly sat down, formed cultivation hand seals, and entered a state of cultivation.

As he looked at Xiao Feng, his gaze naturally grew much more affectionate and tender. Time seemed to instantly flow backward by a very, very long time; back then, Xiao Feng was still just a child, and the old man had loved him beyond measure.

Liu Guofu's weathered face flushed red. He reset his stance, his arms vibrating; this time, he was truly going to be serious.

Before she could kick the door open, Bai Qiu of the Star Palace inside seemed to have a premonition and opened the door a step ahead.

After her death, Xu Yunting didn't even bother to build a grave for her, directly having the servants wrap her corpse in a straw mat and toss it into the pauper's graveyard.

Gu Yumeng, who had been pushed out of the room by her, felt utterly panicked inside. Since even a Gu family member could no longer hold onto her, where was she supposed to go from here?