Chapter 100: Could You All Please Behave Yourselves? (Reaching Ten Thousand Words Today and Asking for Monthly Votes)

Meow?

At the door, Li Wanyin’s voice and the voices of two unfamiliar girls rang in the black cat’s ears.

Shi Mo, who had been lying on the sofa watching television, turned back in confusion.

He had known all along that those two girls had been crouching outside the door earlier.

Shi Mo had listened for a while through the door and, seeing that they meant no harm, could not be bothered to pay them any mind.

He had not expected them to be Li Wanyin’s friends.

After some roughhousing outside, Li Wanyin’s voice came through:

Having recovered a little strength, he got up, smashed hard several times at a floorboard in the lower left corner of the wooden hut, broke open a hollow space, and took out a box wrapped in oiled paper from inside.

Lin Mo appeared expressionless, but inwardly he was almost crying. Three million—honest people’s money really was too damned easy to earn. Big sister, couldn’t you at least say I get thirty percent?

“It seems we have bigger trouble.” There was a trace of barely perceptible anxiety in Old Zhang’s voice. His gaze swept quickly over every corner of the basement, as if searching for something.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that taking this disciple had been far too hasty. She should not have trusted another’s recommendation so readily, and she certainly should not have looked only at cultivation while ignoring character.

If she could verify the condition of these flesh and blood remnants, perhaps she would be able to tell whether this was a scheme.

Shen Muzhi looked at Yan Xiao lying spread-eagled on the bed, amusement flickering in his eyes, and stepped forward to help her off with her shoes.

Just then, Yan Zhi walked in and, seeing Liu Ci’s face drained white, his eyes filled with tenderness and concern.

As soon as he heard the man in the distance mention Yu Chizheng, the man drifting in the air was overcome with guilt and shame. He did not dare even look at Yu Yao, and his heart was filled with regret and self-reproach, knowing full well that his present fate had come from listening to slander and harming the Yu family.

Liu Ci also felt deeply pained, but he could not rise up to oppose his grandfather, because this had been his own request. He could only think of repaying his uncle in the future.

The people from the other delegations looked toward the Jiangbei City contingent with varied expressions, chattering all at once, in truth merely wanting to see how the Jiangbei City people would react.

Li Danru stared dumbfounded at the young beauty who had already thrown herself down before him. Since when had the world become so bold and open?

It turned out that when Luo Tu heard someone outside, he followed the shadow cast by Ling Yang on the window and thrust one hand through the shattered glass, gripping Ling Yang’s throat at once.

After hanging up, Meng Yu immediately called Fang Cheng at the seaside villa. He was the most capable of them all and very good at finding people. In the past few years, he had only been asked to handle relatively easy matters, but this time Meng Yu had no choice. He could only invite Fang Cheng back into action.

Yuantong felt the terrifying aura radiating from Old Madam Wu and inwardly tensed. So these two old fellows were hidden experts after all—he had never imagined their presence could be so overwhelming. He really had misjudged them that day.

After the initial shock, furious expressions immediately appeared on the faces of those Hell Angels bastards.

Jiang Yansha helped Jiang Yanying support Madam Zhou as they dragged her toward the carriage. Madam Su clutched her son, Brother Cai, tightly to her chest and sat on the ground, hesitating as she looked from the carriage to the city gate. Jiang Yanfen had already boarded the carriage and found a corner to half-sit, half-lie down, while Jiang Yanfeng sat on the ground, arms around his knees, curled into a ball, staring blankly toward the Chenzhou Gate.

Lu Haotian snatched the photograph straight out of Meng Yu’s hand. At once, even his face seemed a little unable to bear it. The incident from five years ago rushed back into his mind with startling clarity, flashing past in fragments like a film reel. This photo—there was actually still this photo.

“Men, the hunt for the legendary treasures of Solomon can begin now. This is our first possible location where Solomon’s treasure may be buried. Let us hope we reap some gain today.

“Mr. Gu flatters us. We merely design according to the client’s requirements. If the client likes it, that is naturally best. We will also do our utmost.”

I said this with a smile. Since he had acknowledged our floor plan, he must have taken a liking to it; then the first project after he settled in at Nanxi would surely be ours.