Chapter 59: Wasn't I the First?

After thoroughly studying the matter, Wan Chunhui sought out Zheng Yetian, the deputy section chief of the General Affairs Department’s Materials Division, as he was the person most familiar with the territory plan that Wan could find.

Zheng had once been as close as brothers with his father. It was Zheng who had helped Chu Yongliang get into the Materials Department back then.

Thinking of this, Wan Chunhui couldn’t help but criticize his father’s unwise decision to place Chu Yongliang in the Materials Division.

“Uncle Zheng, I’m sorry to bother you so late,” he said apologetically.

Though mercy was shown beyond the law, the sentence still amounted to a grave punishment: indefinite imprisonment unless she agreed to drink the severance pill, which would sever all past ties and erase her memories.

Truly deserving of his reputation as one of the top masters of the chess world, his earlier restlessness vanished the moment he immersed himself in the game, his demeanor turning remarkably calm and composed.

“Where are you now? Why haven’t you returned yet?” Hu Die asked, noticing he seemed to be in a car so late at night.

Ling Yan was keenly aware that without continuous self-improvement, he might never advance beyond the Grandmaster level to become a Great Grandmaster or an Enlightened Immortal.

The bodyguard captain’s face showed worry, his eyes flickering nervously. Realizing his lapse, he quickly changed the subject.

They had never intended to join Douyin Company; their sole aim was to successfully execute the helicopter parachuting project and fulfill their long-held dream.

“Your life should not have to be compensated by millions of others! You were not at fault, but to bury millions of lives in this hatred—that is your true mistake!” Mu Xiyun’s words stabbed at Xiao Hao’s heart like a dagger.

Jiang Ming’s expression was heavy with sorrow. He cast a plaintive glance at the boss, silently wishing he would settle the matter with money before losing his temper.

“Is the divine vein spirit plant in your possession the payment requested by that alchemist?” Mu Qiu asked softly, taking a deep breath as she examined the jade slip in her hand.

He Jiayin, naturally gifted, progressed rapidly, especially after taking the Qi-Gathering Pill, which caused her cultivation to soar.

Wherever the flames touched, the disciples of the Infinite Dao sect were incinerated before they could even react, turning to ashes and dust.

In truth, Ji Han felt buying this true eye was unnecessary, since the enemy couldn’t even clear out the super soldiers. How could they dare come to seize the dragon?

“You never thought that even the Lord of the Realm would care about such matters and punish you, did you?” the man with the gray hand asked.

There was no mistake; each of these “imprint marks” represented a “control energy crystal,” didn’t they?

The figure in black set down his long sword. A glimmer of light ran along its slender blade before it gradually shortened, finally transforming into a dagger-like short sword.

He hadn’t truly fallen asleep, merely holding her as they rested with eyes closed, for a greater war still awaited him.

Sometimes, a few words left unsaid can wound more deeply than harsh insults, for they leave room for imagination and speculation—things hardest to control and thus most terrifying.

Early the next morning, Chen Yang departed for home. Watching her limp through the gate, Jia Chi’s heart ached deeply.

But soon after, he breathed a sigh of relief. Attempting to communicate with the ring space, Ye Yuan successfully produced the dark ring and two cards.

Ling Quan closed the car door swiftly and walked away. Anmian felt something was wrong and pounded on the window desperately. Many passersby on the street glanced but merely watched as if at a spectacle, indifferent.

Could she, a covert guard, meddle in the lawsuit between the emperor and the crown prince? Even if she could, would the cultivation enthusiast and the crown prince pay her any mind?

At the thought of Wen Shang’s earlier appearance, Ye Xing’er showed a flicker of fear, yet she adored Wen Shang’s looks and found everywhere here agreeable—she had no desire to leave.

Just then, sirens blared downstairs, the sound of numerous vehicles and people arriving was unmistakable. Heavy, chaotic footsteps ascended the stairs—it was clear the main force had arrived.