Chapter 54: The Vanishing Wages
Su Chengzi tilted her head, a momentary bewilderment flickering in her eyes. She turned to glance at the four prominent characters of Radiant Sun Entertainment beside her; on the grand hall's screen, Li Wanbai’s personal honor montage was still flashing.
Yes, this was Li Wanbai’s company, not hers, and yet Li Wanbai was asking her what her job was!
If you ask me, who am I supposed to ask?
Li Wanbai looked aggrieved—she truly had no idea. She had been sleeping soundly that morning until Sister Chen called her to the office.
Lin Tianyao’s heart finally calmed. To be the leader of the human race, the Chaotic Buddha must have boundless tolerance. Within him was a magnificent, selfless love.
Because when it comes to truly carrying out such deeds, one must consider how to face these extraordinary changes, and the importance of these matters to them cannot be ignored.
Sometimes he was just like a stubborn child, and she was the cherished toy he would let no one else touch.
Qingrang sat upright to the side, occasionally sensing the prince’s scrutinizing gaze. She spoke little, only interjecting now and then, while Hua Shu’s laughter never ceased.
“For example, I can’t accompany you for red wine, and I don’t even like places like Western restaurants…” she murmured.
Leng Rui cast a vicious look at him, picked up the phone, and his expression changed drastically. He greeted Xi Zetian briefly, then hurried away.
“Well then, remember to drop by the dorm more often if you’re free. I’ll head back now—see you tomorrow.” The dorm was far from the student street, and Fanzi gave me a thumbs-up gesture before turning back to the dorm.
Jiang Dongyang felt a pang of gloom. She had truly changed; the cold aura in her gaze was gone, replaced by an inadvertent playfulness and gentleness.
Boundless, clad in grey robes, possessed a rather handsome face with a pair of long, narrow eyes shining with a sinister light. He was currently jabbing a fine needle repeatedly into the head of the Divine Calculator, who let out blood-curdling screams that made one’s scalp tingle.
At the end of the Vigo line, Ge Yixiong and Ge Changeng impatiently dragged Yu Zhe aside to question him, but got no useful information. The new father himself was completely muddled.
Yu Zhe didn’t believe it. Raising his hand, he fired a bullet. This time, instead of traveling in a straight line as usual, it veered off to the side. The ambushers laughed heartily, enjoying the spectacle.
Tang Qingyan’s guess was correct—the newcomer was indeed Xiao Cheng. Now, his status was quite different. Though famed across the land before, few truly recognized him. After becoming the first Marshal of the Nine Provinces’ Daoist Alliance, his portrait had spread everywhere, making travel troublesome without a disguise.
This was, in fact, a matter of worldview. In Zhang Wei’s opinion, searching for loot was as natural as relieving oneself. You couldn’t just abandon the urge to go to the restroom because you’d been ambushed by assassins; looting a corpse was a matter of moments and didn’t delay anything. Besides, Zhang Wei already had some preliminary guesses about what had just happened.
Xiao Cheng let out a muffled grunt. Pain coursed through his entire body, as if he were being torn apart. Though his flesh was formidable, it was not invulnerable. The fourfold assault was overwhelming, yet still within the limits he could endure.
Bidding farewell to everything in Manjin City, Ah Zhi’s next destination was the Yuan Zhu Dojo, bearer of the Phantom Emblem.
Those who favored cultivating students’ initiative naturally supported Wang Kun. Such students would have more diverse prospects in the future. Among Wang Kun’s classmates, how many had the guts to borrow from loan sharks to start a business?
At the mention of “White River Waters,” the adventurers’ faces changed instantly. They began frantically hauling stones, determined to block the cave entrance.
“You little spies of the demon tribe, taste your Grandpa Zu Wu’s Frozen Thousand Miles! Hahaha, freeze for me…”