Volume 1, Chapter 133: Could it be that he likes her?!

"Boom!"

Once again, she was kicked aside.

At this moment, the only word to describe her condition was "wretched." Drenched from head to toe in blood, it seemed as though every drop within her had been drained. She was as frail as a willow catkin caught in the wind, hovering on the brink of death.

Just then, the boy with the stud in his right ear wore a wicked smile, drawing a dagger. He walked toward Yun Mojiu and crouched down beside her.

Lu Chen’s black hair billowed, his eyes bright as swords. With both hands spread, magic surged forth in a frenzy. Mountains of gold descended with the force of a tidal wave, followed immediately by a scene of desolation where all vitality vanished, and everything withered into lifeless decay.

There was no help for it, however; whatever Lu Zheng said was law, so everyone simply obeyed his arrangements and set off to handle the matters at hand.

Pan Ling continued walking as she spoke, leaving Wang Tian with no choice but to follow her obediently.

Wang Tian pulled out his phone and opened the livestream. As soon as he entered, he saw Wu Xue teasing the broadcast for the evening. Naturally, she was keeping them in suspense, refusing to reveal a hint of what the show would be about despite all the questions, merely saying they would find out if they tuned in later. It was a simple tactic, but the results were clearly excellent.

Hearing Gao Lan’s words, Guo Yang followed her gaze and discovered a roast goose shop tucked away in a corner. No wonder he hadn't seen it; the location was far too inconspicuous.

In the sky, another, even more powerful sword aura slashed horizontally from an unknown direction, locked onto the target of the descending Mastiff Lion.

He seemed to have exhausted himself after using that handgun, and as he took a moment to rest, a wave of soreness and numbness nearly brought him to his knees. Fortunately, Butterfly noticed the situation and steadied him immediately; otherwise... he might have been reduced to a skeleton by now.

The group responded loudly, their expressions full of excitement. With the first battle won, they were certain of immediate success in the tasks to follow.

He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier until he finally collapsed into unconsciousness.

Upon spotting the figure ahead, Yi Feng did not rush forward. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the spot, consuming medicinal pills to restore his spiritual energy.

Seeing that Chai Hua and his companion were satisfied to call it a day, Mao Dalu did not say a word, simply signaling Sun Zhaoshui to bolt. Sun Zhaoshui revved the engine, and the motorcycle roared away like a wild beast.

Just how significant was the effect of meditation? Much like how he had sensed Sun Jing approaching the previous night, it allowed him to perceive the slightest changes in the environment, providing advance warning of unknown dangers. This was the mark of a true master of street combat.

"What are you glaring at!" Fei Yan actually dared to glare at the students inside the room, resulting in a slap to the head from Chai Hua.

They thought of the comrades who had been fighting alongside them only a short time ago—their frowns, their smiles, and the way they endured stomach pain and cervical spine agony while remaining on the front lines of the anti-corruption struggle. Their hearts were filled with unbearable pain.

The Grand Commander felt as if the bones in his right hand were about to shatter. His right arm had gone numb, and he scrambled up from the ground, fleeing without daring to utter a single parting word.

At times, he longed to fly into a rage, but the moment he saw the savage faces of the Japanese, he could not help but abandon his reckless desire to fight to the death.

Yun Yuwu demanded the boat he had arrived on, but the guards dared not make the decision themselves and had to return to ask Yun Yulong for instructions.

The gunfire continued. Of the seven soldiers guarding the checkpoint, two were wounded and one was killed in action. Yet, they held their ground, guarding the mountain pass with their lives.