Chapter 82: Perilous Situation

He finally got a clear look at the car; it was identical to the Volkswagen Santana he’d seen at the hospital before. The engine cut off, and a subordinate stepped out to open the door. Cui Xiangqun emerged from the vehicle, dressed in a white shirt and white trousers, holding a gift in his hand—a clear sign he was out tonight to woo someone.

Jiang Butong also noticed the van following behind. At first, he thought Jiang Yuan had come after them, but soon realized it wasn’t their vehicle.

At No. 135 Xizhimen Outer Street, in Beijing’s Xicheng District, the Beijing Exhibition Center’s grand hall bore a large banner overhead: “Warmly Celebrating the Successful Opening of the Fifth Beijing Jade Exhibition.”

Thus, Helian Rong waited patiently until the next day, when Biliu returned with news: it seemed Song Zixuan intended to send Biqiao back to her hometown in Qixian to rest during her pregnancy. It appeared she wouldn’t be heading to Xiyue anytime soon, so Helian Rong finally prepared to go to Zhiqiu Court.

They had always believed that the reason the Manchus discriminated against the Han was all because of Xu. But now, they understood—Xu Dachang’s choice was indeed a path. These Manchus, deep down, never regarded their servants with any respect. Even if you held the lofty position of governor, you were nothing more than that.

As long as Yang Guohua managed to sell off these internet assets before the bubble burst, he would have succeeded in the first step.

Chen Menghan, who had been relatively calm, burst into tears the moment she saw her grandfather. She was terrified today.

There was no way to avoid attracting the gods’ attention—the surge of power that arrived caused frequent earthquakes and tsunamis on the material plane, reaching the point where it threatened human survival.

Nowadays, corrupt officials were everywhere, but for national cadres who reached the rank of bureau chief and were actually caught and placed under double detention for embezzlement, the primary reason was usually not corruption itself, but because their superiors disliked them or they’d offended the higher-ups. It was a failure in political struggle.

“So I want to kiss you, too.” Wei Shaoyun lifted Helian Rong’s chin, his voice half confession, half inquiry.

Yet, coming here, if one failed to enjoy the tranquil environment, the fresh air, and the pure, natural atmosphere one had anticipated, then the journey would truly have been for nothing.

“Don’t just stand there, move! The other side has two companions!” Zhang Guodong snatched it up without time to check it, urgently calling to the dumbfounded fat man.

Now, Chen Jianghai was telling him to be steady and cautious—utter nonsense, blatant lies.

But the water arrow’s power was overwhelming; my solar true fire, like a flickering spark, only melted a thin layer of water from its surface, but the entire shaft remained icy cold.

If not for Chu Yang’s reminder, he would never have noticed that his son had always worn such a jade pendant.

Bottles of soda and soft drinks were also hauled out of coolers packed with ice, and everyone started drinking and toasting with gusto.

Moreover, the soul-searching spell had obvious drawbacks and aftereffects. Those subjected to it suffered—at best, their spirit was severely damaged; at worst, they became imbeciles.

Slipmouth hesitated, and in the next second his head exploded, blood splattering all over Yamakis face. Seizing the moment, Yamaki triggered his system to devour.

Though the demon monkey possessed immense strength and strange fire, one must remember the golden-winged mantis with its six wings flies faster than even mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators. In the end, the only one to suffer would be the red-haired demon monkey.

If Sun Jiannan represented the general public, then Chen Jianghai felt there was no need to continue negotiations.

He hadn’t expected these players before him to be so disrespectful, openly expressing their unwillingness to cooperate.

Yet, to be fair, if French cuisine could stand alongside Chinese food as one of the world’s three major culinary traditions, it must have its unique merits. For Jiang Feng, tasting it for the first time, the flavor was actually quite acceptable.

When I returned home, my father wasn’t in the main house; Wang Dong and Da Guang were there, smoking. The yard lights were off. The glow of their cigarettes flickered like two dots of ghost fire in the dark.