37 An Unexpected Turn

When it was time, she boarded the coach and took a window seat in the middle. As the bus traveled a long distance away, she leaned out the window to look back, and could still see the man leaning against his military vehicle, his gaze fixed on the receding rear of the bus.

After finally managing to extract the hidden weapon, she discovered a patch of purplish-black skin on his back. She estimated the weapon was poisoned, though likely not with a lethal toxin, otherwise Xia Jinxuan would not have lasted this long.

"You must protect my sister well from now on." Blood-Slayer was equally delighted that his sister had finally achieved her wish, and he gave Chen Kuang a firm slap on the shoulder.

She felt utterly infuriated. To be dragged onto the bed for no reason, groped and kissed, and then forced to face his aggrieved expression—it was maddening.

Yet, who could have guessed that she would eventually become so unbridled in his presence, and that he, in turn, would indulge her to such a reckless extent?

"I..." Mei'er did not know how to answer her. She wanted to be a normal person again, but could she? She had killed so many people; neither the underworld nor the law would let her go. How could she ever return to a normal life?

The sensor lights in the doorway corridor flickered, casting a cold, ghostly glow that seemed to pierce into their very eyes.

"Chen Kuang, words cannot express my gratitude. Although I have no great ability to help you, if you ever need anything, I will never refuse." Having been brought back to life, Lei Ting was deeply grateful to Chen Kuang, and now, being with Shen Bingqian, he had finally found his happy ending.

"This road is carved by me, this tree is planted by me—I mean, I carved it?" Yama, about to shout his robbery slogan, suddenly stumbled over his words.

Liang Dong did not refuse Rachel Dawes's request; after all, he was off duty today. He was more concerned about the man in black who had saved Rachel's life at the critical moment last night—the Batman, at least that was what the media called him.

By the afternoon, everyone had left. Before departing, they all paid their deposits and left their addresses.

"Yes, yes, yes. You finally understand how the rest of us feel, working ourselves to the bone on Mulberry Street." Liang Dong raised his glass and took a long gulp. Since parting ways with Duffy, he had hurried over to meet Battaglia; he was truly in a rush.

As soon as the meeting ended, Chris greeted the three of them and hurried away; she had to prepare for tomorrow's feint maneuver.

"Terry, now is not the time for jokes." Sean glared at Liang Dong, though his mood was much calmer now.

The next day, people in other districts in the east of the city received the news and, one by one, prepared to depart for the gathering point.

Li Qiye patted Shi Hao’s head; he was going to take the boy out to commit some robberies. He had done such things before, but that was millions of years ago.

The following day, he prepared a hearty breakfast using the food sent by the great beauty, eating it slowly while enduring Dandan’s constant nagging.

"Yes." Xia Chengyuan turned to leave the room and closed the door. His eyes lingered on the door with a resentful look, as if he could see the man inside through the wood.

"Cloud Fortress!" Upon hearing this name, Chen Xi’s eyes narrowed instantly. This was the result he least wanted to see. He knew full well that the Cloud Fortress Liang Dong referred to was not the one facing the wild tribes beyond the frontier, but the one facing the battlefield of the outer realms.

A slightly aged voice rang out, and Anula’s already pale expression drained of all color.

"Are you doing this on purpose to anger me? Can't you see I'm injured and shouldn't be drinking or eating meat?" Su Feng sat on the bed, looking helplessly at Shen Yun, who was staring at him with a triumphant air.

Everyone in the factory trusted and treated Wang Zhen with great respect; Zhang Tianming also held him in high regard, typically addressing him as Manager Wang.

Thus, before the two of them, the first fork in the road appeared since entering the formation of flags.

Research into monster DNA had begun eight years ago. Scientists had indeed discovered that the DNA sequences of every monster were identical, but they merely theorized that this was a reproductive characteristic.

"No one told us this would be the main battlefield!" Li Weilun raised an eyebrow, stating a blunt fact.

"Oh?" Munro arched a brow, clearly surprised that Lin Hao had withstood his strike completely unscathed.

But suddenly, the sensation of falling ceased, and his body felt as if it had lost all weight, merging into the air. Qi Bei had already been rendered senseless by the howling wind; his eyes were wide, his mouth agape, his ears rang incessantly, and his entire body was so numb he couldn't even tell what position he was in.

Almost all of Louis's techniques came from the War Demon Sect. After all, Louis relied on killing monsters to level up; the experience points gained from casually killing a god might be enough to ascend him to godhood himself, so why waste effort on meditation?

"That is only natural." The Fire Spirit did not yet know what kind of scheme Chu Wufeng was plotting; regardless, it was so pleased to be praised that it puffed out flames in delight.

Guan Hongwei gazed at the photo in his hand, then glanced at Guan Tingting, who was sitting on the bed, gaunt and staring blankly, his face contorting in pain.

Elune was being hypocritical. In the past two months, she had sparred with Li Pu and the others countless times. Every time, Kajeliana controlled her strength perfectly, cooperating with Li Pu to create the Garden of Eden. Every time, Elizabeth did not make reckless wishes, instead lending all her strength to Li Pu.

However, it was clear that the old man was simply excited and had no intention of harming anyone.

Medusa seemed impatient; after all, the few fellows she had swallowed earlier weren't even enough to fill the gaps in her teeth.

As former opponents in the Soul Fighting Tournament, the three were no strangers to one another, especially since Meng Hongchen had once coveted Dong'er—a fact Huo Yuhao had not forgotten.

If the hundred or so people in this tavern were to head out and cause a scene, the world would likely be turned upside down.

Yet, even as they thought this, they knew that if they actually laid a hand on any one of them, Shu Ran would be heartbroken.

With no major expenses, he could earn two or three thousand yuan in living expenses a month by staying home and helping others play games and clear dungeons.

He couldn't help but recall how, when Qin Shi got married years ago, Xiao Xinghan had cried like a dog at home.

Li Pu was clearly beyond saving; he had mistaken the bottle for a pill and swallowed the entire container, medicine and all, right down his throat.

Zhang Long wore a smug, arrogant smile. He didn't pursue the conversation with Xiao Jinkang, simply watching his back as if the suit he was wearing were something extraordinary.