Chapter 94: Rushing to the Rescue

A cold voice suddenly sounded behind him, startling Shi Hedong. He didn’t turn around, fearing he might provoke the speaker. He asked curiously, “May I ask who you are?”
“Heh… Mr. Shi, you certainly have a selective memory. We were drinking together just this evening. Are you already impatient with me?” The voice carried a hint of teasing.

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She slowly moved her steps to the bathroom doorway, pressed her face against the door, and tried to listen to the sounds inside.

“Thank you both, here is a small gift as a token of my gratitude.” Yang Fan casually produced two pills, basic ones for those crossing the Mortal Realm. Even the disciples of Panyun Mountain would not begrudge more of these.

He wasn’t sure how things were elsewhere, but he knew well enough: if things continued like this, the living people before him, this long queue, might dwindle to almost nothing in the end.

“Zekai, maybe I should go with you.” Just as Chen Zekai was stepping out the door, Lu Jiayi added quietly.

“I thought I’d never see you again in this lifetime…” Liu Yingzhen said, her eyes growing moist.

In an instant, Yun Tianyang felt as if that roar had transformed into a massive iron hammer, slamming down ruthlessly upon his body.

The two spun around and ran, when suddenly a shadow flashed before them. Barely two seconds later, Lu Tianyu brushed past them.

“Hey, buddy, there’s a hottie over there!” The man with messy hair exclaimed as if he’d discovered a new world.

“Keep searching, there must be a way!” Elder Tan could only instruct the group to split up and look.

She examined the man before her carefully. His peerlessly handsome face showed a trace of displeasure—was he actually angry?

There were no big fish left in the fishery; when the Japanese sold the company, they’d already sold off all the large fish in advance.

The Sifang Inn was utterly shabby—even the signboard was tattered, the lanterns hanging at the door were crooked, and the doors tightly shut, giving not the least impression of being open for business.

After the journalists finished their questions and everyone thought the press conference was over, Wang Wenjing walked to the center of the stage and made a gesture. All the lights went out; three seconds later, the central screen lit up, and the venue filled with elegant, trendy music.

Some shrewd minds had already turned their attention to Lin Yumeng. Qian Cai guarded her side, feeling immense pressure. He made a sign with his right hand behind his back, and two more men in black appeared next to Lin Yumeng. The three surrounded her in a triangle, keeping her at the center.

Zhao Deshun hurriedly summarized what he knew and told Director Liang that Meng Fan had been brought to the interrogation room.

The food at Zhang Donghai’s home was far better than what most families ate, so whatever they cooked always had an extra measure of deliciousness.

The man on the far left was called “Brother Kai,” in his thirties, about the same age as Master Fo, and also bald, but with a completely different aura. Master Fo’s hands had been unstained by blood for decades, so he had a kindly appearance. This man, however, wore a look of roguishness.

Lin Kai snorted and then stared seriously at Tang Feng, who was laughing heartily. Under Lin Kai’s fiery gaze, Tang Feng felt a bit embarrassed.

Upon seeing this, Lin Yumeng formed a rough idea in her mind, though it would need further observation to be confirmed. The fourth floor was much better arranged than the third—no main hall, but a vast training ground with a variety of weapons displayed.

That bottle of perfume was blended with the deadly opium poison. Tong Shuang remembered how she used to spray it on her face and body every day. Now, knowing the truth, she felt as if her whole body was suffused with the scent of opium. As she thought about it, tears streamed down her cheeks.