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Because given the current trend, money laundering will definitely become a crucial link in the future, practically serving as the lifeblood of any syndicate. After all, black money is always black money if it cannot be spent.

Liu Hui originally wanted to ask, "Then what about you?" But she felt that phrasing it that way was a bit too abrupt. Their relationship hadn't reached that depth yet; they could completely take their time, communicating gradually from the shallow to the deep, and finally pour their hearts out to each other.

Those mystical arts and destiny pacts were naturally just things I made up on the spot. The Grand Princess is indeed sitting on pins and needles with anxiety now; as long as there is medicine, she refuses nothing. Therefore, when I named the price, although the Grand Princess was full of skepticism, she still wanted to give it a try.

The two rushed to the basket to execute a cross off-ball screen, with Novak dashing to the left wing and Gordon sprinting to the right elbow.

Sun Ce was commanding his three armies to launch a fierce attack on the Jinling forces when he suddenly saw a mass of troops and horses charging out from the enemy's rear. The grand banner in the center bore a prominent character: "Han."

Li Zhe looked up and, goodness gracious, it turned out to be Michael Jordan. This must have been the secret Karif was keeping earlier.

Zhang Youde always felt that name sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't recall who it belonged to, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Liu Youdao was able to grow his business to such a massive scale because he was an immensely clever man. He knew that someone who had offended the other party like himself certainly wasn't worth the other party taking risks to enter Wolong Manor, especially since Zhao Xiang's demeanor was so composed—he would certainly never rashly walk in just to watch him weep and plead in agony.

The Prince of Qin had the Northern Army temporarily act as the Commandant of Justice precisely because he valued the Northern Army's familiarity with the King of Zhao's faction, as well as their deep-seated grievances, enabling them to purge the rebellious faction within a very short time. But from another perspective, the Northern Army was not the Commandant of Justice; they lacked proper standing and justification, which in reality was no different from having the Northern Army do the Prince of Qin's dirty work.

The young noble turned his head to look, and I immediately scooped up seawater in a straw hat and splashed it at him. Before he could dodge, he was drenched from head to toe by the water.

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, gazing at the snow-white lotus on the platform that resembled pure white jade and emitted a lustrous glow. Clearly, everyone wanted to place a bid for it.

A mist of blood spewed forth, and Chen Zheng was sent flying backward, tumbling toward the base of the mountain while a sickly, flush-like reddish hue spread across his face. Suddenly, he reversed his true qi, arresting his downward momentum, and abruptly shot upward by three feet. With a violent shudder of his entire body, he once again condensed his qi into a saber. A sweep of the blade's edge cleaved the mountains asunder and shattered the firmament.

However, at this moment, no one paid any attention to Li Jinicheng's tone; they were far more concerned with the winner of the prize and the prize itself.

However, the Lord of Tongtian was not the kind of person to give up lightly. Having founded the Church of Interception, which advocated teaching without discrimination, his goal was to intercept a sliver of heavenly chance. This very sliver of heavenly chance was what the Lord of Tongtian strove to contend for on behalf of his disciples. Although the God-Conferencing War had yet to begin, a bad premonition already stirred in his heart.

Yet she never expected that a mere thousand years later, another saint would be born. To her surprise, it was neither the Three Pure Ones nor Receiving and Guiding or Zhunti, but Minghe, who had seized the foundation of the Great Dao. Although the merits Minghe had previously acquired from the Asura race were fewer than her own, this momentum of attaining saint hood was not the least bit weaker than hers.

The gray-robed monk had no time to parry whatsoever; the majestic force of the palm surged straight through his body. His entire frame shook violently, and seeing the golden light enveloping him suddenly dim, he instinctively fled toward the outer regions of the Heavenly River.

Li Hu and the two others followed closely behind. Having finally encountered a heavenly beast, how could Ye Han possibly let it slip away?

Given his status as a church-suppressing powerhouse, deigning to step forward and speak so much to Chen Xiao was already a supreme favor. Since Chen Xiao was ungrateful and rejected his good intentions, he naturally saw no need to press the matter further.

Although Die Meng was open-minded, that was limited strictly to her and her sister. Judging by the setup of that massive bed, it looked spacious enough to sleep ten or eight people—wouldn't that be mortifying when the time came?

Though he had encountered some fools before, they were simply stupid in a straightforward way, unlike the young man before him. This young man wasn't stupid; rather, he was somewhat dull-witted.

"How did you figure it out?" she asked, following my train of thought. I couldn't tell whether she was just playing along with me or genuinely wanted to know.

"Taoist Master Xu, now that the contract is signed, look..." After the contract was signed, although Sun Hao's heart ached bitterly—since that represented his life's work—he still forced himself to speak up. He endured all this precisely to avenge his son, after all.

To the old man's question, I could only answer this way; I certainly couldn't ramble on and recount everything I had been through. The old man clearly didn't believe it, but under these circumstances, both the monk and I were able to help him, so he still treated us relatively politely.

Master Ximen frantically covered his face. Good grief, I can't even recite Hamlet's classic monologue—"to be or not to be"—yet where on earth did this blade spirit learn it from?

At this moment, Bai Jin truly resembled the Goddess of Fire, breathtakingly stunning beyond compare, causing the Third Prince's heart to leap violently.

I wondered to myself if I had seen wrongly just now, and whether that was merely some piece of furniture that happened to resemble a shadow under the flash of lightning.

I froze for a moment. Xu Xinxin had never said such things to me before, and I had no idea how to respond. However, Xu Xinxin immediately changed the subject, saying she was going to take a shower first.

Yang Ye stared at the illusionary realm, where everything remained completely normal except for the shifting colors, and his brows knitted tightly together.

The fat man was named Liu Xuehai, a well-known entrepreneur in Yuncheng. Beyond him, the expansive floor-to-ceiling glass offered a bird's-eye view of the entire streetscape of the SZ District, while seated opposite him was Ximen Jing, who had come to secure investment.

After pondering over and over, the only thing she could do was shear off these locks of hair that Yun Jingting loved most... Serving both as a memento and as a testament to her resolve.

Assistant Minister Zhang, however, shared no spiritual connection with them; he calmly accepted their envious gazes and boldly expressed his innermost thoughts, delivering profound insights right in front of the two of them.

"How much powder did you put on that it leaves fingerprints?" Duan Weiqi said in disgust, pulling her closer, tilting her face up, and examining it carefully. Her skin was fair, tender, and smooth, and her eyes were moist and bright. Unable to help himself, he planted a kiss on her forehead and pushed her away.