Chapter 127: Truly Annoying

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Imperial Capital, Jiang Estate.

Inside the conference room, as Chu Qingcheng gave the command, all the executives rose to their feet, their faces alight with excitement.

The counterattack had begun!

The following day, all projects under the Jiang Group began to advance with frantic momentum. The Jiang Group, previously teetering on the edge of collapse with morale in tatters, now seemed as if injected with adrenaline, aggressively seizing territory and market share!

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"Then let's inform Director Li!" Han Yan was also worried about Lin Jieyu. Furthermore, she had always felt that Qin Tang and Lin Jieyu were a couple; now that she was with Qin Tang, she felt a complex, lingering sensation whenever she thought of Lin Jieyu.

He shrieked in agony, struggling, but his body was riddled with wounds, and he no longer had the strength to resist.

After delivering these three punches, Fang Hao did not wait to see the outcome; instead, he leaped into the air. At that very moment, the black box in his arms let out a soft "ding." Fang Hao hurriedly directed his mental energy toward it, and upon seeing that the analysis results were ready, his brows arched slightly as he shot a sidelong glance at the Golden Snake King behind him.

"So, are we still going ahead with the assessment we prepared?" Wagner leaned over and whispered into Leanna's ear.

"Therefore, what we need to do now is not to lament the strength of our opponents, but to strive to find ways to close the gap in strength. You are also a magus; when do you think a magus is at their most powerful?" Tohsaka Rin asked in return.

"You've lost. Give up." Seizing the moment when Ryougi was unable to move, Li Jingyun rushed forward and pressed the blade of his gun-sword against Ryougi's throat.

He was fond of observing people. After entering, he scrutinized everyone present, looking them up and down with a piercing gaze.

Come to think of it, it was quite ironic. They had originally come to kill him, but for various reasons, they were now tasked with protecting him. Not only that, but they were also currently mingling with the scoundrel. The fatty had no idea that the people accompanying him were not bodyguards, but butchers waiting to strike—and he, at this moment, was nothing more than a lamb waiting for the slaughter.

"Mystic Eyes of Death Perception? What is that?" asked Yomi, who had been sitting on the sofa watching Zheng Yi in a daze. Kikyo was currently changing clothes and was not in the room.

"That's fine. You can split the things in the cave among yourselves; I don't want them." Fang Tianfeng thought to himself that the items he had already taken belonged to Gu Renshu and Wolf Brother's group, so it did not violate their previous agreement.

He opened Weibo and edited a post: My son is my own; from whom would I need to "borrow" him?

"Ling Yang, do you no longer care whether Hai Rui lives or dies?" King Chu Jiang asked with a sinister tone. What he did not tell Ling Yang was that Hai Rui had been thrown into the celestial dungeon, and the jailers had already received his orders: the moment he crushed the jade talisman in his hand, the jailers would immediately execute Hai Rui, destroying both his body and soul.

It seems the Tailong Group has truly gone all out this time. They must have brought along the majority of the group's research and development staff. Could it be that they are so certain of finding that secret experimental base? Or have they learned from their previous mistakes and are determined to prevent another loss of data?

Ten days after the Ghost Kings departed, the high-ranking ghost deities began to grumble. How could they have been in the Celestial Realm for so long without returning? Had the authorities above been enraged and detained them all?

Yet, Zhong Cheng was just that brilliant. Relying on his superhuman eye for talent, he brought in batch after batch of prodigies, which helped Leeds United return to the Premier League, creating miracle after miracle and achieving the proud results they held today.

The sound of gunfire grew increasingly intense, and faint human voices could be heard, though they were too distant to be distinguished clearly. It was chaotic, a cacophony of noise.

"Put it on!" The man's gaze was cold and arrogant, his voice indifferent and flat, devoid of the slightest fluctuation.

Among the masters of the "Ji" generation of the Lingxiao Sect, if one were to speak of deep internal energy, Ji Feng was the strongest, but if one were to speak of the tyranny of sword techniques, none could surpass Ji Hua.