Chapter 23: The One in My Heart, Part 1

An urgent meeting was convened once more. Lin Huantian sat at the head of the table, his brow furrowed in silence, while a pile of half-smoked cigarette butts lay scattered at his feet.

Su Wu handed his staff to Zhang Gen'er, who stood behind him, and ordered Zhang Sheng to have everyone rest where they were. He and Chang Hui rode their horses back a distance of more than two lengths to block the path, while Hutuli immediately mounted his horse and joined them to stand guard at the front.

It was at this very moment that a gust of pure, sword-like wind suddenly tore into the scene. With a sharp cry of "Alas!", the leading Evil Emperor, a level ninety-six expert, was the first to be struck. The piercing sword energy drove directly through his back, penetrating him completely.

The airport gates swung open, the road barriers were quickly shoved aside, and the truck slowly drove into the airport, accelerating rapidly toward the runway.

Meanwhile, on the villa's balcony, a middle-aged man and a man dressed in plain cloth clothes and shoes were watching the area below. However, their gaze was not fixed on Song Yuhan or Ye Wudao, but on Zhao Shishi.

"Kairan, what did they say over there?" Lin Yuhan helped Jiang Kairan tidy up the desk and asked solicitously, leaning in close to him.

"Jiang Kairan, I promised you that you would teach me how to play the game, so give the note back to me!" Ye Xing immediately interrupted him, terrified that he might open the crumpled paper.

The guide could only take them to the nearest region, assist with minor tasks, and provide transportation and other forms of help; he had no way to lead them directly to their destination. To reach the ancient tomb of the Pharaoh, Ye Wudao and his companions would have to find another way.

The group then headed toward the arena and arrived shortly after. The arena consisted of a patch of grass in the middle where fighting dogs were set against each other, while their owners and other onlookers watched from outside the fence. A referee-like figure stood in the center to arbitrate. By then, the fighting dogs belonging to Dongfang Tianyi and the wealthy tycoon had already been released into the ring.

"Remember, both of you: protect each other! Do not make contact unless absolutely necessary! At least, that is the case as long as Wei Lü is alive!" Su Wu admonished them repeatedly.

He suddenly remembered that he still possessed an Alaskan-type Devil Fruit, and wondered if these three "silly sled dogs" would eventually be brought together.

Lin Mo understood the subtext of the person before him, but since things had already reached this point, he had no choice but to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to see if he could find any recent tracks of the other police officers.

She looked at the dark circles under his eyes. "Even if you aren't tired, you should get some sleep. If you don't want to go back, why not just sleep on the sofa for a while?" Without waiting for his consent, she pulled him over to the sofa and pressed him down until he was lying flat. "Alright, sleep!" she declared.

Hearing him mention "the young master," Bai Tang assumed it was an arrangement made by Fu Hanyuan. She lowered her eyes, feeling a faint sense of unease.

"Lian Shuo, you should be clear about your current status. To think you would actually dare to raise a hand against someone from the Han family! Don't forget that everything you have now was given to you by the Han family!" Han Yue said.

Lin Mo wandered through the market as he usually did, occasionally greeting the shopkeepers he knew and chatting for a moment.

He wondered if the late Ruyi Monkey God would still be able to enjoy the enhancements brought by divine favor.

Chu Lü had not expected to encounter Cang Yao again when signing up for the basketball club, and to his chagrin, Bai Yueran was there accompanying him.

"So, what is the best way to like a boy?" Bai Yueran asked again. If she already liked Chu Lü the most, would he stop being so restless and anxious?

Linyuan retracted his three-section staff, bowed to Ding Huai, and turned away, casually tossing the weapon onto the rack.

He glanced toward the front, where an underground river flowed, the sound of the rushing water grating harshly against his ears.

In the Far North, there stood a towering, majestic sacred mountain. Atop this peak sat an incomparably magnificent palace. Surrounded by drifting clouds and mist, it appeared like a celestial palace in the heavens, truly extraordinary.

Though the number of passengers in the carriage had decreased, a few people without seats still lingered in the aisle. The carriage where Yang Ning and Huang Gang were seated was Car No. 2, separated from the sixth carriage, where the man they were looking for was located, by three other cars.

As her son was born, her consciousness gradually faded. As her abdomen felt lighter, her soul felt light as well, drifting as if riding the clouds, while her body seemed to fall into an abyss. Her heavy eyelids closed, and she instantly lost consciousness.

The Blood Demon's expression shifted, and as Yan Hanhui drew closer, he snatched her away. The crowd heard only a startled cry from Yan Hanhui before she vanished in an instant. Feng Yao and Su Ying immediately gave chase.

Good grief, he still had other girls to woo in the future. Having teeth marks on his shoulder and neck would not only ruin his handsome image, but at critical moments, it would also make other girls feel disgusted.

Back in the Imperial Capital after two days of comfort, Huang Gang habitually replayed the events he had experienced in Moscow in his mind.

The Black Emperor's pupils suddenly constricted, his expression becoming grave. He immediately raised his golden claws and slashed violently into the void, causing the surrounding space to ripple.

Yang Ning took out his "big brother" mobile phone and dialed a number, but hesitated at the final call button.

"The Nanny knows full well that this Empress cannot wait that long." Empress Xia's face showed a trace of impatient anxiety, revealing that she had truly lost her composure.

In any case, the final benefits fell to him and Magistrate Bao. Cold, hard cash was the ultimate truth. With the foreigners' new flintlock rifles, the Yamen, armed to the teeth, would no longer just be putting on a show. The civilian militias they sent out would restore peace and prosperity to the capital.

Shangguan Xiongxin felt much more at ease now. As long as the Snow Clan did not intervene, he believed the Nangong and Xiahou families would surrender completely. If they refused, there would be nothing left but slaughter. Shangguan Xiongxin led a group of men to surround the Nangong estate heavily.