Chapter Twenty-Five: If Only I Hadn't Come

“Hmph, you’ve brought in reinforcements? Brother-in-law, if you’re timid, just admit it—no need to call in someone like this. This is just too ridiculous!” Luo Yu caught sight of Geng Zhongcheng, who stood at only about one meter seventy, and immediately sneered at him.

“Miss Luo, I apologize for being late. My brothers and I had some personal matters to attend to. My eldest, second, and fourth brothers…”

Earlier, when the jeep arrived, Alice had recorded their entry, since it was a non-military vehicle.

A flawless offense, and on defense, he started as a one-on-one specialist, yet his help defense was equally impressive. As for his development, he hadn’t neglected a single rebound or assist. Now, Anxi had become the very definition of a versatile player.

Precisely because of this, the price paid by the Bone Spirit was all the more satisfying. After all, the Bone Saint had once been the undisputed leader among quasi-saints, capable of facing saints head-on.

After a few polite words with Shangguan Zhi, the three of them prepared to return home and get ready—they only had half a year, after all.

Gao Chu merely smiled at those words, unfazed. After all, you’ve already taken all the advantages; surely it’s fair to let others vent with a few words?

Now, Reggie Miller was certain: to shoot a three-pointer two steps behind the line and still maintain such accuracy was incredibly difficult. For Anxi to sink two in a row clearly marked a leap in three-point shooting ability.

Leaving the office, he noticed the elderly men and women still wandering near the vegetable section. He said nothing, walked to the entrance, and just as he was about to leave the supermarket, he suddenly turned back, grabbed over a dozen large plastic shopping bags, and left again.

Surrounded by a horde of zombies, Qin Yue remained calm, stretching lazily as he murmured to himself.

“Sure, that’s no problem!” Upon hearing this, Xu Rui was overjoyed and agreed without hesitation.

Now, he asked that pighead, “Do you want to know what the highlight item at the Devil Star auction is?”

“Yes!” Yang Qi nodded. He definitely wanted to ask Winona what was going on. The appearance of Ashburn made him feel like he’d swallowed a fly—disgusted to the core.

Chang Hao felt that as a sergeant and squad leader, it was his duty to take the lead, so he volunteered to have his soldiers act as the vanguard and scout out the enemy’s position.

“Master, if you’re talking about fate, then in these seventeen years, perhaps others have had more experience than I.” His face showed a self-mocking smile, tinged with a hint of melancholy.

“There are so many people here; I’m sure the reporters are staking out the entrance by now,” he reminded softly, glancing at his wrist.

Once the commotion finally ceased, even these battle-hardened, cold-blooded men who treated life as nothing but weeds felt their hearts clench violently—for the scene before them was truly terrifying.

He secretly escorted Emperor Mingde back to the palace, then delivered Feng Tian to the General’s Manor before finally returning to Prince Ze’s residence himself.

At those words, Teacher Zhao’s face changed. No matter what, it was best not to keep arguing—especially since Ning Churan was her student, and it turned out Bo Lianchen was the parent. To persist now would only humiliate herself further.

Zhan Huan raised his brow, his lofty gaze scrutinizing Yueyue’s sullen face—a storm brewing in the depths of his eyes.

That’s why Huo Tianyuan had always felt like an outsider. Now that he could finally leave this city and return to his true domain, it couldn’t be better. In short, this decision was one that pleased everyone.

“Do they really understand?” After Zilan and the other two left, Feng Tian blinked at Taishu Moze.

With that, she pulled Lu Qiao along and turned away, as if afraid Lu Li and Xie Anlan might entangle them.

Six arms clustered around its chest and abdomen, legs thick as pillars, its head enormous, with eyes as big as pomegranates, flickering with crimson light. Black energy swirled around Cheng Yang, nearly severing his limbs several times.