Chapter Thirty-Seven: Five-Person Team Battle (5,000)

Such gazes made He Zilong feel very uncomfortable, but after all, they were only looking and had not taken any action. He Zilong intended to do something, but he had no reason to launch an unfriendly attack on the male survivors first.

"Let's not talk about the past; let's talk about today's matter." Ma Lan rudely interrupted Xiao Guomin. As for what was in the past and what wasn't, such concepts did not exist in Ma Lan's dictionary.

Sitting in the spectator stands and looking toward West City Stadium, Lang Tao and Luo Caiyi silently felt the charm of the First District's football final venue. Seen from a height, the lush green grass looked like a carpet of green, a world of green without any impurities, pure, bright, and dazzling.

Whether it was intentional or not, there happened to be a doorplate hanging behind the seats where they were sitting, which read 18 Baiqing Road.

"Are you thinking that love cannot be written down?" Qin Zhi spoke, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

When the family was splitting up back then, Gong Yu had said there was a way to keep them from ending up on the streets. Could this be the method she was referring to?

Yet, Gong Yu remained calm from beginning to end; even when asking such a pointed question, she did not change her expression in the slightest.

More than ten minutes later, the car passed through the city center and stopped outside a villa. The security guards outside the gate quickly opened the door and gestured for Ma Min to enter.

Sheng Huanxing had to return to the Sheng family. She needed to investigate whether last night’s brake failure was the work of Sheng Jingguan’s household.

"You dare hit me? Do you know who I am...?" The middle-aged man with a potbelly groaned in pain, clutching his face, then looked at He Zilong with a crazed expression and shouted.

Jefiel could not help but squint slightly. Perhaps it was due to the sunlight, but their figures seemed to gradually merge into the rays, becoming dazzling. The surging power of time and space felt like a martial artist with terrifying cultivation, unleashing their strength upon him to the fullest.

Naturally, Wang Lie could not do this. Otherwise, Li Qing would never let him go. His family and his assets were all under Li Qing's control. Once he committed such an act, all his previous efforts would be in vain. Therefore, he had to try his best to stop Li Ming’s approach.

With these questions in mind, the director already knew what to do. The cameraman and the screenwriter nearby were waiting for his instructions. He frowned as he watched the interaction between the artists on set, then turned his head and ordered: "Film everything first." That would convey the spirit of this shoot.

Gong Yuanyong rested his chin on the top of her head and patted her back, letting out a soft "hmm," as if he had fallen asleep. Ming Fei snuggled comfortably into his arms and finally drifted into a deep sleep.

***

Speaking of this, Taeyeon could not continue. She glared fiercely at Han Mingjing, then turned her head and covered her mouth, laughing.

However, this time only about a hundred enemies rushed out. They held their waist sabers high, shouting loudly as they charged out of the valley toward Li Ming's position.

Ye Yunshui did not care about the first three types of people; many did not understand her, but the latter was a formidable rival to her.

The coaches and contestants of the city representative teams were dining in the lobby, while the leaders and the directors of the city education commissions were invited into private rooms. Each team had 12 students and 8 teachers, which was exactly two tables. It was perfect that the leaders had left, so the coaches and students could relax.

Just at this moment, Concubine Feng sent someone to deliver the monthly allowance and fabric for Ye Yunshui, and took the opportunity to pay her respects.

"Right away!" I replied with utmost sincerity. Seeing that he seemed to want to say something more, I rolled up my sleeves and gave him a vicious look that meant "if you dare say another word of nonsense, I will finish you off," successfully making him shut his mouth.

"If you had sensed it, would you still be so calm?" Mo Xuanchen’s voice came, unhurried and steady.

This incident immediately attracted the people around them. Most of the people in the family residential area were people Huang Yilan already knew, and many could even recognize Gu Huaishan.

Thinking of this, the receptionist regretted bringing Huang Yueli over and looked at her with quite unfriendly eyes.

"Alright, go ahead." Tang Lele nodded, not bothering with him, and lowered her head to continue nursing her baby.

Then, as they collected more and more rubber sap, Song Fangfei began to make tires. However, it did not go smoothly at first, and a lot of materials were wasted during the process.

Shuang Zhi’s eyes darkened slightly. Wei’er was indeed different; the wariness and fear in her eyes were much deeper. What on earth had happened in these past few days?

Both couples found new clothes to wear, dressed themselves up properly, and carried gifts back to the wife’s maternal home.

The first stall sold bean curd. The snow-white bean curd was sprinkled with crushed peanuts and salted vegetables, then drizzled with chili oil. The red and white contrast made one’s mouth water.

***

Wei Liang had Ju Xiang tidy up the bed early and closed the bedroom door. Her body currently needed iron replenishment and bed rest the most; as for anything else, she had to have the strength first. She hoped An Ming would not return tonight.

Bai Youruo had been reluctant to see Nangong Yi leave, but she did not expect him to bring her along with him.

The original intention behind the design of the "Hidden World" was to create a garden-style museum, with the garden as the main body, while simultaneously possessing functions for display and exhibition.

Under a felt hat covered in ice crystals, a head of slightly pale short hair was revealed. There was nothing peculiar about the facial features; one could not even find a single point that would leave a deep impression.

"It’s the branch commander's order," the other person said as if out of control, looking at Yang Zheng’s grim expression.

If it eventually evolved into two armies confronting each other, he would be stuck in the middle, forced to play the peacemaker, putting in effort without receiving any thanks.

At this rate of progress, the vanguard of the coalition forces would appear outside the port of Boralus within a few days, blockading the entire city.

The pale-faced man slowed down, following closely behind Xie Fan, step by step. In his heart, he no longer dared to underestimate Xie Fan as he had just a moment ago.

Without delay, the host immediately announced the news through the microphone to the public judges on site and the thousands of viewers watching the live broadcast in front of their televisions.

Moreover, Tang Yinian had not done anything detrimental to him. Just because of some speculation about the future, Jiang Yiye could not bring himself to imprison the other person.

Howard raised his hand, hitting Bai Yiduo’s arm, and the referee immediately blew the whistle, calling a foul on him.

This place was not the best place in the United States; it was extremely cold in winter and extremely hot in summer, but to him, this was the best place. He had left the best twelve years of his life here.