Chapter 89: The Development of Metebon

Jiang Butong saw that things here had come to an end and prepared to leave, as he had many matters to attend to. The affair of the Thirteen Hawks was left in Jiang Yuan’s hands; after the incidents with Hou San and Black Dog, Jiang Yuan had gained some experience in handling such matters. However, this time, the legacy left by the Thirteen Hawks far surpassed what Black Dog had left behind.

Jiang Butong greeted Jiang Yuan briefly, then drove away from Zhou’s Warehouse.

Passing through a...

A faint ripple was transmitted, and Lin Yu stood stunned for a long while before his face broke into ecstatic joy. "You're telling me the time has come, aren't you?" Lin Yu asked softly.

Bai Shu walked all the way over, encountering disciples from the Palace of Heavenly Jade. The greeting from them was lukewarm at best, and the entire palace seemed unusually desolate.

"It's all right, it's over now," Lin Yu comforted. He and Lu Lingmeng had faced life and death together; once the misunderstanding was cleared up, the awkwardness of the past no longer weighed on their hearts.

Long Chenyang chartered a plane to the Dragon Capital for the wedding. He arranged a fleet of cars to take him to Fuyuan, but was stopped by Beret, with Chang Xiao and Yun Ziqin blocking the entrance. Though they wore plain clothes, it was obvious they were armed.

Lin Feng was caught in a dilemma; he had no idea whether he should flee. If he ran, he would truly bear the stigma of treason. After all, he was the leader of the Dragon Squad, the guardian deity of China.

Sharp claws tore his body apart, but his arms held her waist tightly—this time, nothing would part them.

He not only had ties with the general manager of the Shenghao Business Club, but was also a guest at the city police chief’s dinner. Such a figure was clearly among the upper echelons of J City.

After parking and heading toward the gate, he encountered several acquaintances. The first was Hua Shishen, whom he barely knew; Jiang Zhuofang merely nodded in greeting. Hua Shishen exchanged a meaningful glance with Shangguan Xianyun. Shangguan Feng harbored deep resentment toward the Hua family, but showed neither joy nor anger.

Dars removed his helmet, fully aware that it was nothing but a constraint. A real warrior relies on the gun in his hand; powerful mechs only shackled him, and he understood this all too well.

Upon hearing Bai Shu’s words, Luo Shilan’s body tensed noticeably, yet she remained strangely silent.

But in terms of actual power, it hardly held up to scrutiny. Though it was said to combine the strengths of many schools, in truth, it was nothing more than a patchwork.

Jami’s eyes flew open, battle energy erupting wildly through her body, bracing herself for the imminent attack.

Zheng Jiazheng was one of the victims. Over three years ago, while she was working as a part-time model, she too had been deceived by Cai Mulin into shooting photos—and ultimately, into his bed.

She lingered for ten days, half a month, dawdling until she finally returned to Shouchun, back to her husband’s home.

With this realization, Wu Yong’s gaze toward Master Guo’s back carried a barely perceptible hint of murderous intent.

All the ships fanned out in a line behind, forced to watch as the flagship fought alone up ahead.

Zhang Buyi's expression was most peculiar; whether he understood or not, he realized from another perspective that he was the only man in this club.

Within the Sword Tomb, sword energy vortexes would occasionally sweep through. If ordinary cultivators were caught in one, they would be pierced and pulverized by countless streams of chaotic sword energy in an instant.

The moon hung high, blanketing the courtyard in silver light. Qiao Wanyue sat astride the wall, locked in a gaze with Wei Cheng inside the yard. Bathed in moonlight, she could see every sinew on Wei Cheng’s muscular body—good heavens, he'd just stepped out after a bath, wearing nothing but black shorts, his torso bare and dripping with water.

"That's right, mind your own business. Those people are street toughs—offend them, and you'll really get beaten up." Huahua saw through Zhang Buyi's urge to play the hero and quickly turned his head away.