Volume One, Chapter 111: To Capture the Thief, First Capture the King

Seeing that the scheme to sow discord had failed, Shi Lei laughed again and said, “Zhang Weidong, since you’re here to pay respects on behalf of Miss Fang, just hand over the money. Why do you insist on meeting me in person?”

Ran Sinian felt a pang of heartache upon hearing this. It strengthened his resolve to disband this so-called Clear Dream School and send Yu Wen, a child who had gone astray, back to attend a proper school.

The opponent’s heavy blow passed over my head, but at that moment, my right hand’s dragon claw struck directly at his groin.

As soon as He Dongfeng released her cheek, she clung to him like a stubborn leech. He pushed Yuanbao aside and stepped onto the stage, as no one else was there to challenge.

His uncertain words deflated Yuanbao like a wilted eggplant, leaving her sullen and silent, unlike her usual endless whining and coaxing—mainly because she had no underwear. Through her white shirt, her two points could be faintly seen. He Dongfeng found a jacket left here for emergencies and handed it to her.

Wei Ruonan and Huo Zixian both froze instantly, inwardly cursing their luck. In this state, if anyone saw them, who knew what trouble might erupt?

The snow had stopped. This is a web worth keeping. In the deep mountains and forests, the entire landscape was already blanketed in snow, dressed in silver.

If even Lian Tingting didn’t believe it, then He Dongfeng certainly wouldn’t. Yuanbao’s words were only good enough to fool ghosts.

“I’m really curious—what exactly do you have to be so smug about?!” Look at that, she was beginning to lose her temper.

“I’m here, Luo.” I could distinctly feel her soft body pressing against my back, her ample chest tightly pressed against me, stirring an unfamiliar sensation deep within me.

How could such a GT200 possibly secure first place outright at the championship two weeks from now?

Under everyone’s expectant gazes, Liang Gu took a cloth bundle from the second backpack and placed it on the ground. His hands trembled slightly as he unwrapped it. The result was as disappointing as ever—a bundle of fresh branches, dirt, and stones.

Han Cheng hesitated, then shook his head, signaling that he no longer needed anything. Aside from continuously producing bullets, he had no use for anything else—there was no point in large-scale mechanized manufacturing when it wasn’t needed.

Although the so-called dictatorship of the United States still held sway, the nation’s religious fervor was not as intense as in later generations; at least, no fanatical believers were visible.

Whether Mu knew if there was physical training was uncertain, but the prospect of handsome men showing off their physiques would surely become a highlight of this variety show.

Recalling last night’s events, Lin Zhao’s chest tightened with a suffocating feeling—this was the first time he had done such a foolish thing.

Lu Changyao herself remained indifferent at the time. After all, she had survived such a perilous ordeal; now all that was left was to wait for the day the child would be born. Yet, as if trouble sought her out, at seven months, Lu Changyao unexpectedly went into premature labor, stirring the emotions of the entire grassland without question.

Long Sijue, watching her smile at her phone, reached out and snatched it away. He saw the WeChat conversation between Su Qianxun and a male colleague.

Though a branch of the family, the Zheng clan’s descendants remained locked in secret strife among the five surnames. Yet openly, they were still allies bound by blood—helplessly forced to give up on the promising Luo Tong.

Had she known there would be an audience today, she would have at least tidied herself up properly. At noon, exhausted and frightened, she hadn’t even had time to wash the sweat off her face.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from across the lake, followed by a dark figure streaking rapidly upward toward where Muge and the others stood. Soon after, curses rang out across the lake’s surface.