Chapter 130: Assassination

"Vroom!"
Late at night, in the Imperial Capital.
A motorcade slowly made its way toward the suburbs; it was the fleet belonging to Zhao Mingliang, the head of the Zhao family.
"Heh heh, Patriarch Long, Jiang Chen is already preparing to establish the Jiang Alliance. With my active promotion, all eight neutral clans will join the Jiang family. Furthermore, I currently enjoy a position of great importance in Jiang Chen's eyes!"
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However, for people of such wealth, face is of the utmost importance. Being pointed at and criticized is simply unacceptable, so obtaining a mask is an absolute necessity.
Xia Xingyue had never imagined a day would come where she spoke even less than Ah Kun, but observing his expression, she felt she had gambled correctly. With great difficulty, she suppressed the urge to launch into a long-winded explanation, holding back her emotions as she spoke.
There is no point in trying to boost the score right now. Playing a game with a 100ms ping is quite disgusting; although there are still ways to win, it is uncomfortable nonetheless.
Seeing that he could not be persuaded, Black Blind didn't say another word. He pulled two handkerchiefs from his clothes, tossed one to Ah Kun, and signaled for him to wipe away the blood.
She had saved her life when she was at her most destitute and wretched, with no one to rely on and teetering on the edge of a breakdown, reaching out a hand to help her.
They weren't wrong... Although they were all Holy Sons, the gap between one Holy Son and another was vast indeed...
Upon hearing this, Wu Xie visibly paused for a moment. Just as he was about to retort, he suddenly noticed that the vines were gripping the Fatty's ankles tightly. He observed the situation intently for a moment, then turned and left.
Hu Yingying fell silent. She glanced at Yue Qinglian’s exquisite appearance and began to wonder about her relationship with Su Jue.
Tang Shan felt himself growing increasingly weary, yet he did not want to show any signs of weakness in front of Qin Tianjiao. He could only force himself to hold on, his face turning paler by the second...
After getting into the car, Nan Xing refused to look at Li Beitian's face, turning her head to the side to watch the night scenery flashing by frame by frame outside the window.
The man with the crew cut and the man with the center part had assumed that Ye Feng was at least an early-stage Soul Emperor. When they felt that the soul power fluctuations radiating from Ye Feng were merely those of a mid-stage Soul King, their eyes widened instantly, filled with a terrifying shock, and the fear on their faces grew even more intense.
"Yes, yes, I believe in you. You can definitely do it. Let’s go first," Cheng Xing said quickly to Huang Ling, worried that Ye Feng might say something else that would infuriate her to death.
He had been attracted by her intelligence from the very beginning, and later, her calculated schemes and the way she handled the Mo family had made him admire her all the more.
In truth, ever since Lin Fei said she was going to get engaged to Mu Yichen, An Yutong had felt a sourness in her heart.
Mu Sheng said, "My lady, you are too polite; this is only what I should do." As he spoke, he took various items from his storage ring and arranged them for Nangong Yuhuan. Nangong Yuhuan also took out some items from her own storage ring to help set things up, furnishing the cave dwelling until it was suitable for cultivation.
Still feeling that cursing wasn't enough to vent his hatred, Miao Fengxiang gave him another vicious kick. Seeing the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground with a numb, spineless expression, he was so infuriated that he kicked him a few more times.
The matter of negotiating peace with Western Xia was a heavy stone weighing on the hearts of the Great Song's monarch and his subjects. Every time the Song army gained an overwhelming advantage on the Northwest front, the Liao Kingdom would emerge to stir up trouble, leaving the Song court in endless distress.
Outside the Quiet Studio, Qiu Hua was clearly waiting with some anxiety. Seeing Tang Yun approaching from a distance, she immediately went to meet her, only to notice at a glance that she was holding Xiao Jingyu's hand as they walked over together. Her expression flickered with hesitation.
"Naturally, that is fine." The Governor of the Capital nodded hastily. He had finally understood the situation: he was nothing more than a decoration today. If he could not satisfy the person before him, he would never know another day of comfort.
"What are we to do!? The power of the Mirror-Flower Heavenly Remnant Sword is so terrifying!? We didn't even notice when we were struck!?" Rou Si also cried out.