48. Ascension to the Throne

"Name: Tomori Takamatsu"
"Height: 155 cm"
"Visual Acuity: 5.3"
"Address: Takamatsu, Toshima Ward, Tokyo..."

Emerging from the room, Tomori Takamatsu clutched a file bearing her personal information. Aside from her basic details, it contained blood test results and hundreds of complex, categorized numerical values.

Different doctors specialized in various fields, posing questions and observing her behavior, such as...

"What are you doing! Can't I just chat with the military boys? Ten years ago, we were practically family..." Before Pan Hongda could finish his sentence, he was yanked back by Ye Zhigao, who had walked right up to him.

Looking at the stunned Cheng Ren, Shangguan Wenfei suddenly felt that something was amiss. Shifting her gaze, she realized that it wasn't just Cheng Ren who was dumbfounded; Liu Jiaobai and Team Leader Hu nearby were also standing with their mouths wide open, wanting to speak yet completely at a loss for words.

Ye Ping stared in astonishment at Ye Fan, demanding, "What are you doing?" Suddenly, a rush of wind whistled past her ear.

Despite rushing as fast as they could, they were still a step too late. From afar at the street corner, they saw Brown, who had been knocking on the door, held at gunpoint by a man whose face was obscured, and dragged into Clyde's house.

"Yingge! Have you finished your last words? I won't hold back! I'm not fond of playing cat-and-mouse games!" Nebula said coldly to Yingge.

Currently, the only people who knew that I had witnessed the entire process of Chen Zhe getting beaten were Song Ying, Li Sijia, and Chu Tingting behind me. They had been inseparable from me this entire time, so it certainly wasn't them.

The time shown on the notification was ten minutes ago—precisely when he and Monopoly Man were furiously haggling over prices.

Now, Zhang Xuanning truly bowed to everyone he met. He thought to himself that Liu Bei also liked bowing to everyone and crying at every turn; he had only managed to master half of it and had not yet attained absolute ruthlessness.

Under these circumstances, if the seven of them tried to force a breakthrough, they would be ambushed by An Feng and the others. While being killed was unlikely, getting injured was inevitable. Conversely, if they did not force a breakthrough, once some of them could no longer hold out, An Feng and the others would still have the opportunity to inflict heavy damage on all seven.

Finally, Bunaki's turbid, slit-like pupils turned toward a private villa in the distance; the aura was emanating from inside there.

Strangely enough, Sloth's massive mechanical arm vanished just like that, without a trace. The entire town of Sloth fell abruptly silent, so quiet that the sound of sand grains rubbing against each other beneath our feet could be clearly heard.

Before taking a few steps, he suddenly heard a sound of breaking air from behind. Realizing the danger, he hurriedly threw himself to the ground as a golden beam of light grazed the back of his head, shearing off a tuft of hair. Turning around, he saw the Edge of Heaven sword in the air slowly drifting toward him, frightening Yu Yong on the ground into frantically crawling forward.

As soon as the three minutes were up, we started cooking the noodles in the pot again and cleared out the entire pot with the same astonishing speed.

Ever since entering the trial grounds, more than two months had passed, and they had already spent a full month in this core area.

Although many people were hearing about the assassin organization for the first time, it didn't matter; the internet was so well-developed nowadays that they could simply look it up.

The moment the blade's radiance made contact with the giant finger at an exceptionally sluggish pace, Shen Yu's illusory figure suddenly moved, splitting into ghostly black afterimages—as many as seven of them.

The two leaped into the air and sped through the forest, arriving within less than an hour at the bamboo grove where Tang Zhenhua lived. Tang Zhenhua went inside the house to retrieve some sacrificial items, picked up two jars of wine, and took the lead. A quarter of an hour later, they would reach the tomb at the heart of the ancient temple.

Walking down the corridor inside the television tower, he could hear Mawala's heavy breathing right above his head.

After a long while, all remained quiet outside. I thought to myself that the thing must have left. I opened my eyes a fraction and peeked toward the window near my feet.