Chapter 60

The cicadas were crying fiercely. Suddenly, a gust of wind rose, blowing the flowers in the courtyard to flutter all over the sky. After letting go of his burdens, Hualang walked towards the house.

In short, the aftermath was a complete mess, and the American flag, which had carried a sense of victory, lay tattered and ruined there.

Lü Fei knew what Shangguan Shi was worried about. While this issue seemed minor at present, once the Confucianism Promotion Corporation grew and expanded to arouse the vigilance of other countries, it could become very troublesome. As long as people found a handle, they would attack it ruthlessly.

One or two years might not reveal much, but as time passed—ten years, twenty years, or even a hundred years later—what kind of situation would that create? How many people worldwide would accept Confucianism?

The moment Yang Wang opened it, he found that everything around him had turned pitch black. This was darkness in the truest sense, as if he had been struck blind.

Upon reaching the status of a true transmission disciple, one would be able to learn the truly powerful martial arts of the Divine Cloud Sect, and even come into contact with formidable formations.

The times create heroes, the business world is like a battlefield, and those who adapt to circumstances are wise. Opening a shop requires a ruthless mouth and a cold heart; otherwise, one cannot be a boss. If you recognize only people instead of money, and talk only about righteousness instead of profit, you will never make any money.

A hundred fighter jets began a frantic bombing raid on the Japanese defense lines. Currently, the Japanese aircraft stationed here were completely inadequate to deal with the Vanguard Army, and their numbers were extremely small. All their energy was focused on the sea; how could there be so many planes on land?

As for financial support, having money in this world is not always a good thing. Once the relevant departments provide financial backing, it inevitably involves issues such as audits, which entails another cumbersome and complicated coordination process.

The only thing that brought Yang Wang some relief was that Beigong Xiyue had been hidden away by him. Had it not been for this, he would never have had the confidence to protect the low-strength Beigong Xiyue in front of Li Yanfeng.

She certainly hadn't forgotten; judging by the receipt she saw just now, that was a diamond necklace worth over two hundred thousand.

Startled, Di Sen felt his heart skip a beat. With no time to overthink, he immediately added:

Just as she turned around, wanting to pull the reluctant Shuman away, those men hoisted the young Major General Yun up.

Yu Moqing didn't mean to sympathize with him; she actually wished Tumeng would die sooner. Just the insult he inflicted on her back then was enough for her to hack him into a thousand pieces. Yet, what puzzled her most now was how the blame had suddenly been shifted onto Tumeng, when he was clearly an unrelated person. Could the Second Prince really be the one who made a move, attempting to shift the disaster eastward?

All along, facing numerous injustices and dangers, Moxie had never given up. Even through a thousand trials and physical destruction, what was there to fear?

"To say Zaha is old and cunning—even when sick, he can still have people guard the place like this," Yu Moqing muttered while searching for the mechanism from last time.

After discovering Xuan Yutong's secret, Lu Yuhua sometimes found himself zoning out even while working. Because Xuan Yutong was currently living in the old family estate, he was truly worried that she might one day fail to control her emotions and cause trouble for his eldest brother and sister-in-law.

As someone who had already died once, she thought she understood the scent of death. At least when Donglang had viciously gripped her neck, in her trance, she had believed she could let go of everything here.

Naturally, that assassin refused to submit, raising his blade to sever Wuying. However, seeing this, Yu Moqing propped herself up with her other hand, reversed her legs to clamp around the assassin's vulnerable head, and straddled his shoulders. She swiftly pulled out Wuying, transformed it into a short-hilted blade, and drove it fiercely into the assassin's neck.

The sky was suddenly shrouded by an eerie, dark force, plunging into a hazy gloom as if night had fallen once more.

Lifting his fingers gently from the pomelo, a few fine threads stretched out from his fingertips. Zhang Jinxiang observed carefully: "Who am I? That's a good question."

This was Zhang Jinxiang's first time encountering this circle, and what left him speechless was that the best-selling item was Qin Dalu's treasured sword—which was only natural, as the people had a different emotional attachment to swords. But what on earth was the deal with his gold-plated refined bronze mace being treated as a Fengshui ornament for guarding the house and bringing in wealth?

Upon checking Tang Ning's body, it was as cold as stone, which worried the Paladin. Reaching out to test her breath, he found she was still breathing.

The official streamer must have signed with Ling'er because of his own reasons, though Ling'er was also exceptionally talented.

A popularity value of fifty million did not mean fifty million people were actually watching. After all, it was now the year 9012; almost no one equated popularity value with the exact headcount. Of course, higher popularity indicated a larger audience, and at the same time, the number of gifts sent and barrage comments would increase the live stream room's popularity.

"Fine, I am willing to raise the price to forty million Caesars." Like a child unable to endure hunger, Sarah put forward new conditions.

Accompied by a miserable scream, a figure was blasted flying out of the sea of fire, while the White Tiger phantom vanished into thin air. A tattered-clothed man in black, gripping a long saber, came into everyone's view. Just as the man in black was blasted out of the fire, the Xuanwu of the North stirred.

It was simply too similar. Lance had replicated the tone, personality, and demeanor of that temple master to a seven-tenths accuracy. If the temple master himself were to see this, would he beat him to death?

This was also the secret to how Zhejiang merchants traversed the breadth and depth of the country; the Zhejiang Merchants Association was everywhere! Of course, the cohesion of Fujian merchants was also quite strong.

"Rest assured, the Alliance's strength is not weak. No matter who it is, they won't easily provoke it, and neither will the Underworld Organization," Ye Hao said calmly. However, the cold killing intent in his words clearly showed that a gap still existed between the Alliance and the Underworld Organization. Precisely because of this, Ye Hao felt an even greater sense of urgency.

Until today, he had finally found his short-term goal and understood what he should do over the next few years.

Of course, unlike ordinary noble families, they were a clan akin to a sect.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I hope Your Majesty can delegate the authority of appointing and dismissing craftsmen to this subject. Because the design of the new city is vastly different from current towns, this subject is afraid that those craftsmen, relying on their own abilities, might be disobedient, and that would delay the progress of the work," Fang Zheng explained.

A sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked youth spoke flatteringly to a relatively robust youth beside him.

"No wonder I haven't seen him today. So he has already been here," Fang Zheng muttered to himself.