Chapter 172: Going Home

Jiang Yuan did not know when he had arrived. He stood at the doorway, peeking inside furtively, and was dumbfounded when he heard Jiang Butong mention the store's sales revenue.

However, he remembered Jiang Butong previously saying that the gross profit margin of apparel was very low, far inferior to the high profit of his parking lot. This was because parking lots had virtually no subsequent investment, whereas clothing was different; the risk coefficients for overstocking, inventory, and the like were extremely high, and without a certain level of experience, management would be utterly troublesome.

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Before his voice had even faded, Tiansheng flipped his wrist, and a shimmering silver treasured sword appeared accordingly—it was none other than the Profound Ridge Sword that Mo Wentian had given him.

Smacking himself hard on the head, Hao Meng immediately felt tears of pain stream down his face. What on earth was he thinking? He was supposed to be seeking revenge! Because this jerk had stolen Mommy's love and made Yaoyang Daddy sad, he must never stop hating him.

Description: Three major undead leaders slumber within the Netherwasteland. Having lain dormant for a millennium, the moment they scent the presence of human life, they will awaken and begin an unbridled slaughter until the aura of life and death is completely exhausted.

Yet why was he unaware of this? Xia Yenuo couldn't help muttering inwardly; once again, he had been forgotten by others.

He had hacked into the top five official websites of Japan? What kind of concept was that? Could it be that their cybersecurity personnel were all incompetent fools? Obviously not; rather, this fellow was simply concealing his profound capabilities.

"What are you doing?" A wisp of clear, serene sound called back Chuxiu's wandering thoughts. The half-open door of the room was pushed open from the outside once more; it was precisely Yun Ci and Zhuying.

Old Zhao's words made Chen Liangya understand a fundamental truth—that was the hardship of his grandfather. Even a hero had sorrows of his own.

The captain of the East Ocean Team, Ise, followed this exact path. At this moment, after pushing his muscle enhancement to 100%, this fellow charged forward like a chariot. All the zombies he knocked into along the way were shattered into pieces. Such a muscular juggernaut was undoubtedly a terrifying monster to any enemy who beheld it.

Lin Tian also chimed in with agreement. No matter how it was put, the meaning remained the same: today, they had to rely on Qin Feng to pry open Luo Daluo's mouth, completely dispel the fantasies lingering in his heart, and make him understand one single truth—refusing to confess would only lead to a dead end.

"Shuyan, are you and Yu Xi WeChat friends? Can she see this?" Qin Feng finally couldn't help asking.

At this moment, Meng Yue was also gazing intently at Qu Yiyi. He first offered her a faint smile before turning his head to look at his own mother.

Rong Rong's hand trembled uncontrollably. The palm that had just touched Ji Hu's skin was burning with intense heat, seeming almost as if it would scorch her very heart.

A sudden wind arose over the water's surface, fluttering Mo Ruoli's three thousand strands of dark hair and snow-white sleeves, making them dance lightly in the air as if she were a fairy of the Moon Palace riding the wind.

Seeing Duli, Leng Ran was so overjoyed that she didn't pull him away. After she had let him lick for a good while, Duli finally released Leng Ran, his tongue flicking across her neck, and her wound instantly vanished.

My maternal grandmother lived in the nursing home. Ever since my mother passed away, Grandma had been sent there. After my mother left me, she became my only remaining family. I rarely visited her ordinarily, because I was unwilling to let anyone disturb her peace.

"Do you know? At that time, I was the one who drugged Jiang Yining. In the end, though, he made me go to bed with those men. How could she treat me like that?" Song Chuwei murmured with her face covered in tears.

Because she was unable to identify precisely which individuals had laid hands on her, and the surveillance footage at the hospital entrance happened to have its memory full at the time without a replacement in time, that particular segment had not been captured.

I was afraid of confessing my past to him, afraid of being looked down upon by him, and afraid that I would plunge into an even deeper abyss, yet I forgot that the more I responded with silence and retreated step by step, the more inevitably he would strive forward, following my every move. This would only needlessly augment his suffering.

Xiangyang gripped a bug in his hand, and the insect wriggled within his palm. The myna bird stretched out its slender neck, opened its sharp beak, and reached it out of the cage, trying to snatch the bug from his hand. Sensing the myna's beak reaching over, the bug hurriedly curled up its fleshy body, dodging the frantic pounce of the sharp beak.