Volume 1, Chapter 67: Not Our Kind of People

Chen Chou, Lady Han, and Qiniang all came to the city gates of Yangzhou to see him off. When Chen Niang’s figure was no longer visible, Qiniang lingered for a long time, reluctant to leave.

Using thousands as the base, with each experimental phase capped at 9999, starting with column A all the way to the 7650th experiment in column K, they finally developed a formula with only a trace of side effects.

"Yes!" A thunderous roar erupted, and two middle-aged men clad in armor and carrying heavy swords strode forward.

The core threat on the opposing side right now was this road hog. The strategic significance of this Torbjörn choice was likely the same as the previous match against the Yunnan University team—intended to provide 75 armor for the Widowmaker while compensating for the player's technical flaws, allowing the turret to output stable damage.

The two martial arts commentators who had capsized over him last time unanimously began singing the praises of his opponent once again.

If his eyesight hadn't been exceptionally sharp, and if he hadn't known beforehand, he could easily have mistaken this gigantic vessel for an aircraft carrier.

His mind raced with chaotic thoughts. Since he had already blurted out the other's name in the face of reality, he could no longer deny it. What should he do now?

There were also veteran sappers from the pioneer platoon, holding a twenty-round Mauser flat in one hand and firing, while hacking at the Japanese soldiers with an engineering shovel in the other.

Around eight-thirty, inside the signing hall of the Chunan Province International Convention and Exhibition Center, over at the lounge of the side hall, Executive Vice Governor of Chunan Province Li Laibao walked in from outside.

"Huanzi, what I want is not your gratitude." Xin Lan felt a bitter ache in her heart and muttered to herself.

"Damn it, he's a lunatic!" King Kong closed his eyes. Facing a madman who had no regard whatsoever for his own life, what other choice did he have besides accepting his fate? The only consolation in King Kong's heart was that, at least, he wouldn't die as worthlessly as Liuyun, and managed to drag someone down with him to hell.

Ten minutes or so later, the Phaeton car pulled up right in front of the entrance of the Su family's villa. The gates were still wide open, exposing the scene inside clearly to Chen Hao and his companion. The surrounding area was dead silent, with even pedestrians being extremely scarce.

"Wang Jianchuan, take the order! Execute these American spies found within the main hall right here and on the spot!" Tang Jian commanded.

Seeing that Dugu Pojun remained silent, Ji Yun assumed they were all afraid of him and the Ji family standing behind him. Complete complacency could not be concealed on his face as his eyes swept over the crowd uninhibitedly. Suddenly, his gaze landed on Cheng Zhushi, who was supporting the blood-soaked young man sitting beside Qin Feng, gently wiping away the wounds with a tissue.

"There are still forty days left." Jiang Hua heaved a slight sigh of relief. It was already inevitable that he would clash with the organization known as "God." A buffer period of over a month was extremely important for Jiang Hua, allowing him to complete a series of deployments to ensure he would not be in a passive position later on.

A warmth welled up in Tang Jian's heart as his right hand stroked Lady Tang's slightly emaciated face, where faint crow's feet had long since crept onto the corners of her eyes, and her skin was beginning to appear somewhat rough.

As a lofty person of high status, Xia Tian naturally understood Zuo Guangming's train of thought.

"Could Uncle Fang have also been fed these 'drugs'?" This doubt suddenly arose in Xia Tian's mind.

Without a pilot, an aircraft—provided someone meddled with it and no one performed meticulous operations—was prone to catastrophic malfunctions.

Suddenly, a wisp of white gas enveloped the man. Simultaneously, his aura continued to surge, ultimately stabilizing at the peak of the Eight-Grade Battle King.

Bullets whizzed past Li Erhu. With a stagger, Li Erhu pitched forward and fell to the ground. Zhang Daoniu felt as though his heart was being torn apart and let out a loud cry. Several brothers attempted to charge down the slope, but Zhang Daoniu hurriedly barked a command to stop them.

Aong Feng's cold voice echoed in his mind. He initially wanted to say, 'Have you forgotten how pathetically you fled during the Lu family incident?' But upon second thought, such a blow would be too harsh, and since Jingchuan was rarely this happy, Aong Feng couldn't bear to pour cold water on him.

Song Xinyue lay on the hospital bed, gazing at Xia Tian with eyes full of love. Xia Tian's care for Song Xinyue could be described as meticulous in every detail, even thinking to buy snacks for her to pass the time.

A Black and White Heavenly Origin Array with a radius of ten thousand meters could typically accommodate about one hundred thousand people, yet the numbers continued to grow.

The other two aircraft, filled with pent-up fury, received Ding Huan's command. One by one, they snapped the fuses of the "Heaven-Shaking Thunders" they had been gripping in their hands and tossed them together toward the large ocean liner on the lake. With a series of rumbling explosions, the enemy's firepower on the ship was temporarily suppressed.

From a single spark of hope burning into a roaring wildfire of return to the vast world, watching Yuyang Lin grow stronger step by step, Wuyang's crumbling psyche had long since re-coalesced, even breeding an intense desire.

After a moment, the young woman walked over with a smile and led Ximen Kuang and Cao Shuang toward the rooms.

Cao Nuoyi and Zhou Huanling stayed temporarily in Zhu Xiuer's bedchamber. Faced with such an unfamiliar environment, Zhou Huanling felt a trace of fear deep within her heart.

Hearing Zhu Mei'er's praise, Li Lanjun felt a sweet warmth in her heart. In her eyes, this older sister was simply gentle and kind-hearted.

Sorotto's bluntness instead surprised everyone. To state his purpose so brazenly—what was he trying to do?

Seeing this, Reina was also struck with horror. Even with his profound understanding of the Finesse family's bloodline, he had no idea what had just happened. By the time he reacted and raised his crossbow toward Nora to strike, Reinfelt had also moved.

Xie Wuji couldn't help blushing slightly, giving Liu Ji an exasperated glare. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard someone reporting from outside the tent, stating that the patrolling soldiers had captured a spy. With a flash of thought, he hurriedly ordered for the spy to be brought in properly.

After leaving two men behind, Li Boyi led the rest and began retreating northward. If they delayed too long and the approaching police sealed off the mountains, their group would soon find themselves in deep trouble.

Youying crawled out, a tiny glint of cold light between her brows instantly shining into Mo Fan's eyes, her voice sounding as ethereal as a ghost.

Upon entering, the young woman said, "Liangcheng has many delicacies, and they are all delicious. I'll order them for you directly."

Just as he pushed open the creaking wooden door of the ancestral hall, he froze in place. The incense and joss paper in his hands scattered onto the ground, his turbid old eyes wide open, every single blood vessel clearly visible.

However, after the great battle with the Earth Emperor, he had not seen Chen Ya again. He hadn't thought much of it at the time, but looking back now, it must have been the Yang Ye Demon breaking free, fighting Chen Ya for control of the body and succeeding, then seizing the opportunity to escape.