Chapter 108: What Do You Want to Do Once You’ve Made Money?

After having dinner and watching a movie at Lin Mengqiu’s house, Chen Shian returned home at ten o’clock in the evening.

Opening the door, he was immediately greeted by the sweet aroma of syrup.

“Wan Yin, did you make syrup again tonight?” Chen Shian called out while changing into slippers at the doorway.

“Yes,” came the cheerful reply.

From the kitchen, Li Wan Yin poked her head out, smiling. “Tonight it’s taro sago. You ate at Uncle Lin’s so late?”

Chen Shian glanced at the expressionless Biaozi beside him, silently pondering: Could the Third Chief read his mind? And if not, what then? If the Third Chief failed to see through his intentions, not only would he and his three comrades risk their lives, but the Dragon-Slaying Plan would also be doomed. He felt at a loss.

Cultivating through corpses—this method had never before appeared. Moreover, his ability straddled between demonic and underworld powers, perhaps even stronger than either.

“He wiped out the Feng family. If my guess is right, he’s probably heading to Central State as we speak,” Mo Aoxue said softly.

“Then let’s stop racking our brains and take action. Why not go find him?” I suggested.

This work was extraordinarily taxing on the mind and spirit. Only those intimately connected could hope to master such techniques.

We sped forward, the terrain growing increasingly open. If guilds were to clash here, the flat ground would be ideal for a full-scale battle. No one could hide; no one feared traps or ambushes. Once the fight began, it would be a direct contest of strength and strategy, with nothing else influencing the outcome.

Hua Zhengxiao, seeing no way out, handed over the Four Guardians and Twelve Thieves to the police, choosing to end his own life.

Madam Sheng remained ill; Dong Yuan and Sheng Leyun stayed by her bedside. Second Madam Ge and Cousin Qin Yi visited daily to offer their respects and politely asked if she needed any care.

As time passed, Lin Yi grew ever more attuned to the trajectory of his opponent’s attacks. Where at first every assault would surely hit him, now he managed to evade one or two out of three.

In casual matches, these players behaved recklessly—did they have no conscience at all?

Fortunately, Xu Haishui and Wang Wu found several bags of rice at a restaurant. Though slightly moldy, after airing them out and washing thoroughly before cooking, they were barely sufficient. They also loaded some flour and vermicelli onto the truck.

Indeed, according to the doctrine of karma and reincarnation, she faced her current fate because she owed her family for their nurturing.

He had often seen people online complain, suspecting they weren’t playing the same heroes as others. Normally, Qiu Mu would scoff at such remarks, but now, for the first time, he felt utterly overwhelmed by superior skill—a crushing defeat unlike any before.

With a cold snort, Chen Bo slightly turned aside, dodging the strike of the serpent-headed whip while countering with a slash of blade-light.

Yet stranger still, as if night had fallen in an instant, the sunlight on the other side of the tunnel in Lanatini was blinding, while the side connected to the space tunnel felt like midnight.

No matter what she did—bathing or eating—Jiang Xinying’s mind involuntarily conjured the image of Lin Chen.

There was no choice but to wait and see now. Inside the exit, they were guarded by Tyrannosaurus’s men, while outside, another ruthless gang surrounded them. Even if the two tried a violent breakout, there was no guarantee they would escape unscathed.

In such circumstances, the dark recesses of human nature were easily exposed and shattered by a single lapse in vigilance.

He reached out, trying to grasp something, but lacked the strength. He lay still as blood pooled across half the chest, and finally, he breathed his last.