Chapter 57: You Can't Get Rid of Me

"However... I can offer you a grand gift."
As the words fell, the sound of police sirens echoed from outside.
Gu Zhiyuan's expression shifted drastically, his fists clenched tight, and the gentle smile on his face instantly shattered.
"You... called the police?"
His tone was heavy and filled with grief, a chilling glint surfacing in the depths of his eyes.
Qiao Weiwei met his gaze directly, devoid of the slightest trace of emotion.
"Blood for blood, Gu Zhiyuan. I will make sure you die a wretched death."
As these words slipped past her lips—
Criminals involved in homicide like Mo Zifan were classified as high-profile offenders and would be kept in solitary confinement in a separate cell.
Not only was the dowry she brought to the Xiongnu drastically reduced in the end, but even the number of servants allocated to take orders, wait upon, and protect her fell short. Furthermore, she was not even permitted to bring along many of Great Wei's advanced crafts and knowledge.
Ning Rong pointed toward the location of the imperial palace, signaling to everyone present that he, and only he, was the most suitable candidate.

The armor plating of those mechas was actually sliced right open by the wings of Twenty-four and Twenty-seven, producing flashing sparks followed by a series of explosions.
Yet Xiao Yao, of all people, actually still wanted to distance himself from her. This left Xu Qingxiu completely baffled as to whether Xiao Yao had gone blind or if her charm was no longer what it used to be.
"Splat..." The sound of a blade piercing flesh echoed as droplets of blood fell. Gong Sibei stared coldly at the flowing blood, a sea of bright crimson.
Even though the guard knew it was certain death, he dared not disobey Sun Quan's orders at that moment, considering his family was still residing in the Wu territory.
That's right, the reason behind Xuanyuan's sudden change in attitude was none other than the two words "destiny" or "fortune." Fate was an abstruse and mysterious existence; those favored by the Heavenly Dao all possessed great fortune, and everything they did throughout their lives would proceed smoothly without a hitch.
Therefore, under such circumstances, the members of the Zhao family probably wouldn't dare show their faces, knowing they were no match for Fang Xingchen. The best course of action would be just like now—having these psychics block them while they potentially retreated to the rear.
Wu Yuan smiled bitterly and shook some more, though he still had a few trump-card techniques he hadn't yet unleashed. But he could clearly see that Luo Hong hadn't even used his full strength, not least because he hadn't even summoned his young dragon mount! Wu Yuan had no desire to humiliate himself any further.
After a brief pause, Angelos suddenly broke into a demonic smile, as if watching Angel, who was wearing a similar expression, shudder with goosebumps and feel a chill run down her spine.
"That's right," Luo Hong nodded in acknowledgment. Without needing to ask, Xu Haotian had probably deduced it from the medicinal ingredients he had requested, leaving no need for Luo Hong to keep it a secret.
Chasing after these matters now served no practical purpose; rather, telling them was meant to help them learn their lesson.
All four of them felt a chill in their hearts. Truly, there were supreme experts hidden so deeply that even the four of them hadn't sensed a thing, and their cultivation levels far exceeded expectations.

A glint of brilliance flashed across Elder Wu's eyes, followed by an urgent remark: "Come with me first!" With those words, he strode forward, leaving He Wu with no choice but to follow.
Judging by Mo Zhishi's tone, Luo Hong already understood. This Li Yifan was definitely one of the buzzing flies hovering around Mo Zhishi, so naturally, Luo Hong's tone would not be overly polite.
He Wu turned his head and caught sight of the blindfolded Liu Zhu. At that moment, she was clad in a grey robe, her back resting against a bamboo stalk as thick as a bowl, facing the exact spot where he stood.
After pondering for a moment, Ahn Sung-ho sent a birthday congratulatory text message to Jung Soo-jung, explaining his current situation and apologizing for not being able to celebrate her birthday in person.
A melody, sharp-edged yet husky and deep, yet overflowing with deep emotion, echoed back and forth around the audience's ears.
Aside from a brief pat on the cheek, that young man was truly righteous—he merely patted her down, satisfied his hand's craving, and then took all things of value.
Anyone who has studied dance knows that whether a dance is sexy or not has very little to do with facial features; even those with unremarkable looks can dance with immense sex appeal.