Chapter Fifty-Six: Traps, All Traps
Wu Qihao had no intention of speaking anymore; his face had already turned green with rage from Ye Cheng’s infuriatingly insincere words. He finally understood what Ye Cheng was up to—this was clearly a case of hiding one’s strength and pretending to be harmless. Ye Cheng must have known Wu Qihao had summoned the pharmacy owners for a dressing-down, so he set up this trap. The purpose was to create a spectacle before these pharmacy owners...
Jiang Ling emerged from the shower to find the person on the bed trapped in a nightmare. He tossed aside the towel in his hand and strode over to check on him. This man was always quick to avenge any slight; he took advantage of others but seldom let anyone take advantage of him. Thus, he answered Heitu with silence, hoping this would persuade her to reconsider and return with him to the Hidden Rock Village.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Dabao busied himself in the village for a while before driving into the city, intending to take a look at South Lake Island. Chen Dabao was so formidable that, should anyone seek trouble with him, crushing them would be as effortless as squashing an ant.
He instructed his bodyguard, Luo Butcheng, to go to the nearby market and rent a pickup truck. But when he entered the Spark Base and saw the healthy residents within the village, his gaze grew solemn. His boss was fond of strawberries, but even so, there was no way he would pay such a steep price and let himself be fleeced like a fool.
Miyata Masao, the Japanese envoy who had been passively enduring all this, now felt his temper flare as well.
Yuan Xingxing put on a thick down jacket and headed out; she had arranged to meet Yueyue at a milk tea shop.
But by then, it was too late. At the widening breach, five heavily armored cavalrymen charged side by side into the caravan camp like tigers pouncing on prey. Any guard or servant who instinctively reached for a weapon became their first target.
“If they were all British, it’d be easier—” Zhang Chengye had no way to explain why the Indians were so timid. During the world war, Chinese and Indians were allies, but fighting alongside people like these made Zhang Chengye feel deeply embarrassed.
Rain poured down in sheets; it was not a gentle drizzle but a steady, heavy rainfall from the artificial weather system.
Having finished speaking, Luo Zhuo transformed into a streak of light and sped toward the exit. The distant roars of beastly creatures echoed; he had little time left.
Inside the villa’s living room, Ye Rongtian sat on the sofa, holding a fragrant cup of tea. He took a delicate sip and, smiling, gazed at the two members of the Ghost Register standing opposite him.
“It’s over!” Seeing the car hurtling toward him, Green Arrow’s mind went blank, but his body instinctively dodged—his training had drilled this reaction into him. Yet, compared to the car’s rapid approach, his speed was nowhere near enough.
The three-legged golden raven spread its wings and, almost instantaneously, appeared beside Emperor Jiang, one of the twelve ancestral sorcerers. With a collision, Emperor Jiang’s form vanished completely, while the golden raven merely dimmed a shade.
Regarding these two, if Manager Liu had to point out anything amiss, it was only that, when spreading this concept, there was a deliberate confusion between the divine beings on the path of cultivation and the gods revered by ordinary people.
As for the newly arrived head of the Central Army in Changning, perhaps Luo An really had been influenced by Chen Yuan. In the past, he was just like any other Changning resident: the Federation held a sacred place in his heart.
The blood bags contained real human blood sourced from the hospital, so when Lan Cao, sensitive to blood, caught the scent, she fainted instantly.
A man in black suddenly appeared between us, delivering a gentle palm strike to Xue Kui’s chest.
No one expected this fellow to be so formidable; the formation of over one hundred fifty people was child's play to him, and he broke it with ease.