Chapter 21: Care for a Drink?

In the hospital corridor.

Fortunately, Qin Tian had already cleared the hospital of other people, so the area was deserted. No one had witnessed what transpired here. However, several corpses lay on the floor, and they would inevitably be discovered sooner or later—especially since one of them was Qin Tian, the eldest son of the Qin family of Jiangcheng. Leaving them unattended would certainly lead to endless trouble.

Looking at Qin Tian...

The members of the Blood War World team obeyed Jiang Yuan’s every word unconditionally for this very reason. It was not just because they were part of the team, but also because they admired and respected such an outstanding commander and coach.

"Zhang Xiaoxiao must be feeling quite proud of herself now; she’s the youngest director in the company," April suddenly shifted the topic, her expression tinged with loneliness.

"I have noted your warning, sister," Lady Liu replied, taking out a handkerchief to dab the corner of her mouth, though no blood appeared.

Once Runan announced the start of filming, the wind machines roared to life, sending fallen leaves and flower petals swirling through the air in the courtyard.

Xiao Yan could not help but chuckle. He had said it before: ever since his CEO got married, one change had become especially obvious. He was becoming increasingly attentive to An Muxi, more sharp-tongued toward others, and crucially, he was using internet slang with growing fluency.

Feng Jing spotted Chu Anyan the moment he walked onto the set. Before he could even greet Su Xin, he strode directly toward her.

Chu Anyan did not share the fans' intense reaction; she simply enjoyed the song Gu Jianan was singing. His vocal technique was impressive, and combined with his unique, mellow, and gentle voice, it was easy to become completely immersed in the performance.

Both of them nodded. With the main business of the day concluded, they chatted idly for a while longer before taking their leave.

The director shouted a satisfied "Cut," while Chu Anyan walked away, her face dark with frustration, cursing the person who wrote the ad copy a thousand times over in her mind.

This matter originated from the Liu family. The Fourth Prince was merely caught up in it; it was not that he hadn't participated, but rather that he had not been truly involved.

Just now, no matter how much Ye Qingyu teased him—even when she produced that letter—he had never once felt the slightest inclination toward physical intimacy with her.

However, the green bamboo staff in Long Fei’s hand erupted with a domineering golden light, thrusting violently into the Taiji sword aura.

Pang Zhen saw there was nothing left for her to pack. Having survived the disaster here, the aliens had never reached this point. She felt a lingering attachment to the place, though it wasn't as repulsive as she had feared.

Yet, compared to blocking the attack, the group was even more curious about the massive bird that had suddenly appeared.

In Jiang Qixuan’s view, that was simply how the situation stood. It was precisely for this reason that he had been put through such misery; otherwise, he could have relied on his immunity policy to shrug it off entirely. Why would he have needed to go through all this?

His brother, Evil Ghost, possessed greater talent and strength than he did. Naturally, he was far superior—a fact that was indisputable in everyone's eyes.

Many people’s legs gave out, and they collapsed to the ground, the stench of urine permeating the air. Some rubbed their eyes vigorously, convinced they were dreaming.

The Man-Eating Owl cast a meaningful glance at Li Yuan and smiled. "Don't forget. Of the six corpses hanging below, I’ve already tossed one down, and we just killed the one that had become a spirit, but there are still four left."

Lü Lie smiled. "I’d say I have a fifty percent chance. If I fail, then it seems it is fated for the five of us to die here. In that case, I ask that you, Senior, be the one to end my life first. I have no desire to die slowly here in despair."

"War? No matter what happens, I will not hand over Naruto Uzumaki to you," Gaara stated his position immediately.