Chapter One Hundred and Three: The Consequences of Blocking Ye Cheng

After Geng Zhongcheng had put the staff member down, Ye Cheng steadied himself again and asked, "My female friend was taken to the fifth floor. We think she may be in danger. I will ask you one last time: will you help me open the elevator door?"

This time Ye Cheng spoke very plainly, but a trace of killing intent had already crept into his voice.

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From the few fragments one could hear, and from the tone of the conversation, it could be guessed that she was speaking to her boyfriend, Daniel Jiang.

"After the Left Gate Incident, His Majesty truly became estranged from the scholar-officials," Jiang Qingzhi said.

"I only wanted to come here for some fresh air, and, incidentally, to throw away some trash," Zhang Ailun said, lifting the empty Red Bull can in his hand, flattening it with a slap, and tossing it to him.

Heh. If the American Federation could send one batch of machines, it could send a second, a third, a fourth. Xing Tianli had never doubted the federation's resources. Unless he could utterly destroy its core leadership and turn the will of the entire country, what use was it to smash these machines?

When the news was announced, the vast majority of people cheered and rejoiced, proclaiming the arrival of victory.

But a few sensed the danger and even lurked in the shadows, loosing crossbow bolts at Karl.

Although Great Ming forbade the buying and selling of free commoners, for the wealthy and the powerful this was no real concern.

No wonder that when this news emerged in later generations, nearly all the media kept silent about which awards ceremony it had taken place at, even deliberately muddling the truth. It turned out it had all been managed by public relations.

"Say it again—what did that old foreign priest tell you?" The blue-robed eunuch looked toward the source of the gunfire and asked Xing Tianli through clenched teeth.

His voice brushed past her ear like a light breeze, yet its force sent a thread of coldness surging up her spine.

Immortal Emperor waved his sleeve and declared, "Yun Mo is banished to the mortal world and shall never again ascend as an immortal." At that moment, Yun Mo shed his immortal bones and fell from the altar. Yi Hanxuan could not bear to watch. The immortals around them shook their heads and sighed; some said he had brought it upon himself, while others stood aloof, minding nothing that was not their concern.

On the other hand, because of guilt and a guilty conscience, her voice sounded somewhat anxious.

After Hua Qingyi gave the antidote to the bald monk, he slowly rose to his feet. He glanced at Long Yi, lying on the ground, and let out a regretful sigh. Many people have died because of greed; it has been so since ancient times, and it will not end in the future.

Mingshan remained a gathering place for vengeful ghosts and malicious spirits, but one thing had changed: no one came anymore to restrain them, no one came anymore to suppress them. Only on the streets of the capital there was now a madman, wearing on the ring finger a ring without the slightest gleam.

Although the superior before him was fat as a pig, at the very least he was one of the founding members. His standing in the rankings was no joke.

Still, having finally made it home, the stillborn child planned to enjoy a little time in the comfort of home first.

There were also the servants bound in iron chains, their faces set in resolute urgency as they cried out repeated warnings to him of danger.

The battle between the third and fourth ranks on the Heaven List was not something ordinary people were fortunate enough to witness. Regrettably, Zheng He, who had slipped away halfway through to chase women, and Gao Qian, whom Zheng He had dragged off with him to do the same, would have no such luck today.

When a spirit dies, there is no blood, only a layer of searing vapor remaining on El's sword, hissing like oil dropped into a pan of water.

It was a pity that Burned Yang City had been almost completely reduced to ashes; otherwise, some grain could have been taken from within. Now they could only make do with the emergency rations the soldiers carried with them to scrounge up something to eat.

Early the next morning, Liu Yu watched as Yuan Shao's family members departed one by one. All of them were deeply grateful to Liu Yu, and before leaving each of them bowed to him.