Chapter 115: The Contract Is Finalized
Jiang Bu understood now—it was ten thousand yuan, damn it! He had thought it was a hundred thousand. He couldn’t fathom how Zhang Yong could be bought off for just ten thousand, but then again, it made sense. Even though they held managerial positions, their monthly salary was only two thousand yuan. Ten thousand was nearly half a year's income.
This was Jiang Yuan's first encounter with such dealings in the business world. He hadn’t imagined that a single word from Zhang Yong could be worth ten thousand yuan.
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“Please,” Du Yuan gestured slightly. Du Yuan, Master Gu Qingxing, the elders, and several accompanying disciples proceeded together to the Lingqing Hall.
A roar echoed within his heart. In the blink of an eye, three layers of protection formed around Xiao Yan’s body, and blazing violet flames condensed into something almost tangible. The purple glow flowed like viscous liquid, terrifyingly hot and enough to make anyone tremble.
On the grand avenue, commerce flourished, crowds surged from north and south, as if the whole city moved in unison. Yet, whenever imperial affairs arose, the place would be sealed, silent, the atmosphere heavy with officialdom. Sometimes it would be closed for an entire month.
Even the pass he possessed had been granted only after he’d begged Shao Hua for ages; Shao Hua had finally made an exception. He always kept it close.
There wasn’t a single motorcycle tricycle in Kaoshan Village. People generally relied on Old Ma from the neighboring village to pull his wagon to the main road five kilometers away, and from there they would take a coach to town.
Jiang Fan frowned at the words. Since last night, he had acquired quite a few things—the Dragon-Tiger Explosive Flame Bomb, the Spirit-Suppressing Sword, Gene Optimization Liquid, and he had even stored the Swimming Dragon Dagger in his consciousness space.
Hearing the whistling wind behind him, the mercenary’s face turned to horror, his whole body chilled. Turning around, he saw that the gleaming dagger he had discarded was already at his chest.
At that very moment, a gust of sword energy swept in from outside the arena. “Ah!” A shriek rang out as the leading Level 96 Evil Emperor was struck first—the sword energy pierced straight through his back and into the arena.
Song Tianqi had not come to the Ten Thousand Mountains to travel, but to search for clues about a mysterious artifact. What he didn’t know was that Ye Wudao was also in the mountains gathering medicinal herbs.
Seeing so much resentment, the three-headed toad instantly forgot its hatred for Ye Wudao. Drooling, it leapt toward the resentful aura, stretched out its tongue, and devoured vast swathes of it, then croaked contentedly twice.
Had it not been for the banquet hall still containing a skeleton with barely any flesh, and a few corpses already beginning to stiffen...
On the other side, the situation was much the same. Seeing Ding Gu lead the Western Chu cavalry in attack, Chong Da immediately ordered his troops to form a defensive circle—the strongest possible formation. Infantry held firm while dense arrows rained down, meeting the cavalry head-on, gritting their teeth to fight on foot against mounted troops.
Hearing this, the wayward traveler finally understood the famous saying: “There is always a mountain beyond the mountain, and always someone stronger.” She smiled at the two stunned companions.
And so, our rookie ghost messenger, Fan Ren, crept out of the hospital room and headed for the elevator, embarking on his first journey to catch ghosts.
“What a strange ability. Though it’s tricky... Someone has commissioned me to eliminate you. I bear you no grudge, but I must ask you to disappear.” Something unexpected happened—the golden shadow’s arm transformed into a long blade, pointing at Liu Xing, and without hesitation, swung at him.
Thunderclouds gathered overhead, lightning churned within them. Xie Miao raised Fan Ren’s left hand, wrapped with crackling electricity, and smiled at the exhausted monk.