Volume 1, Chapter 66: When the Time Comes, We Shall Each Take What We Need

Before coming here, they had inquired around in Sand-Blowing City. Due to the complex processing procedures making molten-fire sand extremely expensive, most factories tended to look for alternatives that offered slightly inferior results at a much lower price when purchasing similar materials. After all, factories needed to make a profit and naturally pursued cost-effectiveness.

Whispers of Autumn, old man Hu offered a hefty price—a flat sum of ten million to buy the copyright and usage rights, leaving Lin Dong with only the right of authorship.

"Alright, let's not dwell on this. I trust you, Captain Leng. Let's go, into the city!" With that, Tang Zheng took the lead and walked toward the city.

"Wang Mo?" A bitter smile spread across the general manager's face. Seeing Wang Mo eagerly flashing a ingratiating smile as soon as he stepped through the door, the general manager assumed he was up to some new trick, and his gaze carried a bit more guardedness.

Fu Ju pulled a notebook from her backpack and handed it to Xu Zhuo, who copied the entries by comparing them with the ledger. Meanwhile, she stood by, watching a succession of numbers, names, and titles flash before her eyes, until a peculiar set of figures caught her eye: 12 catties, 6 taels, 96 qian.

The method to save people was also very simple: go to the mayor's house to obtain a mayor's token, and with this token, one could take people away.

Lin Mu agreed. Since he had come all this way, he also wanted to catch a glimpse of the mysterious Dracula family.

If the cost of stopping the Holy Blood Cult's plan was sacrificing the three of them, Lu Jing would abandon the mission without a second thought. He wanted to save Gorman, and taking a few risks was fine, but not to the extent of knowingly walking into a death trap while staking the lives of Fu Ju and Xu Zhuo on it.

Receiving Lu Jing's signal, Xu Zhuo put away his gun directly, glanced down at the empty cartridges littering the deck around his feet, turned to Shen Linyue, and pointed to the broom resting against the side of the bulkhead.

After the movie ended, as expected, applause lasting over a minute rang out—there were probably a few plants hired by Fengxiang Film and Television mixed in, which was practically inevitable, but looking back from the third row, one could feel that the applause from many people was heartfelt and sincere.

However, Lü Zhuo could distinguish priorities; no matter how good his relationship with Feng Ji was, he could not let personal emotions override duty.

Sunlight shone upon the sea, seemingly trying to warm the freezing seawater, yet to no avail.

Originally, Kuai Yue's greatest concern was that the situation in Wuling Commandery would spiral out of control. Now, with a garrison stationed in Wuling, the situation there would become much more manageable.

Watching Lu Ji's retreating figure, Zhang Zhao could not help letting out a soft sigh. By now, he too had become a member of the capitulation faction, someone who had established contact with Liu Xiu.

The wet nurse was frightened and spoke in a rush. Jiu'er sensed that her nurse no longer liked her as much and now favored the younger sister instead. Feeling somewhat displeased, she picked up her bug and went outside to play.

Rentaro was somewhat surprised. Someone as powerful as Kisara-san's master? Wasn't that just adding another walking human nuclear bomb?

Lü Zhuo was momentarily stunned, but Chen Deng flashed him a look, implying that this was a god-given opportunity to subdue Zhao Yun and Guan Yun-chang, one that must not be missed.

After Tian Qi had walked a few hundred meters, a voice abruptly rang out: "Number Eight? What are you doing in my sector?" In the darkness, a tall, slender man had appeared from nowhere, though it was unclear when he had arrived.

Li Wanqing's words caused Lin Xinxin to lower her gaze. So they had prepared a birthday party after all? In that case, was she arriving at the wrong time?

At this moment, Xu Butian had already arrived at the edge of the pool. The water in the pool was crystal clear, allowing the sandy bottom to be seen even at a depth of five or six zhang. From time to time, fish and shrimp swam freely past, and seeing this, Xu Butian could not help recalling memories of his own past.

The three of them then sat quietly in their places without moving, while Wang Peng and the others filed out one by one—those on duty went to their posts, and those off duty went to rest.

The boss had lost all hope in them and would never give them another chance. If he were still willing to give them a chance, he certainly wouldn't have said so much to them.

"Puff! Puff!" The two men on the left and right widened their eyes without uttering a word, slowly lowering their heads to look at their own chests. Indeed, blood was already flowing from the wounds on both of their chests.

At this thought, she felt her heart contract tightly, as if someone had pinched it.

Lu Jingxuan watched Ouyang Yu leave, figuring that Su Lie must have found out something, likely because of his relationship with Su Xiangyun. He just wondered what exactly Su Lie had discovered; regardless, Su Lie was still his father-in-law, and he could not afford to leave a bad impression.

This was the rule of tavern duels. Many of those who came here were desperate men walking a razor's edge every day. Their combat skills had long been honed to perfection, and they knew how to exert force to keep the muzzle of a gun away from themselves.

"Master Chanhui, can these words be true?" The old woman stood up, her eyes wide with disbelief. She glanced at Lin Hongren, terrified that these might be words her own son had coached her to say.

That scene left all the Freedom Army fighters present dumbfounded. Gradually recovering from the dejection of being cornered, they realized that to preserve such breathtaking splendor, they had to keep fighting and must never fall.

Once the topic was broached, everyone began to voice their opinions. Several uncles, having also suffered losses, were extremely emotional and clear-cut in their stance—they demanded an explanation, and an explanation invariably meant money.

However, before the two doctors could report Lei's condition to Morii Kazuo, they were grabbed firmly by Fuda Miyako.

However, amidst the clamor of voices, no one spoke while the successful candidates' list was being posted, but the moment it was put up, an instant roar of commotion erupted, making it truly difficult to hear anything clearly.

Yet these complaints were grievances he dared not vent to others; the Inspector-General held military command and was his direct superior, so defying orders could only be approached through the technicality of the orders themselves.

Rubbing his eyes, he confirmed it—he was not mistaken! Wasn't that precisely the Nightsaber he had ridden a few days ago?

This move was akin to the cavalry's classic "turning-back spear"—seemingly turning to flee, only to unleash a fatal strike at the exact moment the enemy let down their guard.