Volume One, Chapter 37: Ice Bridge? The Night Demon Strikes Again
In truth, Hu Bin had another motive, though he could not voice it yet; even if he did, no one would likely believe him.
Deng Chuanshi was deeply shocked by Hu Bin’s words. They had only just begun to discuss the matter, yet Hu Bin already knew.
The entrance, usually guarded by security, was now manned by armed paramilitary police. Despite it being the end of the workday, staff and police officers were allowed in but not out.
He appointed Lang Lifan as the commander of the naval forces, placing him in charge of the five thousand men. He divided them into five battalions, ordering them to submerge into the Yangtze River to specifically harass the Yuan dynasty's grain transport ships.
To her, the night was no different from the day. This had become especially pronounced since she awakened her "Cold-Blooded" skill. Her genetic code had not only enhanced her stealth capabilities but also sharpened her sensory perception in the dark. While she could not truly see in the dark, she was very close to it.
There was nothing that money could not accomplish. There were "couriers" in Nanhang, and there were couriers everywhere else. It was a business that cost men their heads; if one didn't have blood on their hands or a life or two on their conscience, they weren't reliable. Thinking of the fate awaiting Li Gu for standing in the way of his fortune, a smile curled at the corners of Guo Qingshan's mouth.
Undoubtedly, this day was destined to command the world's attention. From the nomadic tribes wandering the wilderness to the lineages of the various Emperors, every pair of eyes in the human world was fixed upon that boundless battlefield.
"Thank you, Sister Siyan. Also, I’d like to ask, when can you arrange the payment? Furthermore, regarding what we discussed the other day, you can start custom-making the costumes for the show now. I happen to have time today to consult with the designer." Zheng Xiao tried his best to change the subject.
"Hmm, that’s true. Let’s leave it at that then. If it is indeed expanded into an army, we will proceed according to Hu Bin’s wishes. That’s settled!" Upon hearing the Commander-in-Chief, the Generalissimo figured that Chongqing would likely only grant the establishment of one division and one brigade—certainly nothing more.
However, there were few leaders in this world who dared to defy their superiors, even going so far as to ignore the dignity of the law to engage in local protectionism. But then again, the leaders of Beizhou City had their own dilemmas; after all, if they practiced local protectionism, they would be pitting themselves against that "anti-gang hero."
Arthur’s words sounded impartial, but in reality, they were heavily biased. The headquarters of the Thoroughbred Group was in Manhattan, and Li Mu himself was in Manhattan; Arthur’s statement effectively blocked any potential retaliation from the Japanese government.
Look, he had already made his choice. In Bo Yin's heart, the child was the most important thing; his bloodline was what mattered most.
Although they were not formal disciples, they appeared to be cultivating, though it was evident that most were only at the first or second level of Qi Refining; their cultivation was not particularly high.
"Die!" Madame Peach Blossom brandished a red silk scarf, charging at Wang Ming with murderous intent.
So much so that Park Bong-young still couldn't figure out whether his Chinese comrades or the British troops opposite them were just playing a game.
Li Mu gladly agreed. This was a golden opportunity to garner support from the state government, and he happened to need a chance to speak with Thomas Talbert about the Springfield Institute of Technology.
She stealthily got out of the car and walked a few steps, glancing around. Aside from the parked vehicles, there was no one in sight, though she could vaguely hear the sounds of shouting and fighting coming from the dilapidated factory building.
Yet, in this attack, he hadn't even exerted fifty percent of his power—likely only about ten percent. His intention was merely to intimidate the other party; he had no plan to take a life.
They were long accustomed to this, yet they did not pay it much heed. The Waterfall Village had abundant underground water resources, space to farm within the village, and massive reserves of supplies, fully sufficient to support them in hiding for a few hundred years—to keep a low profile indefinitely.
The sect, which until recently had been impregnable and rich with spiritual energy, was now nothing but a pile of ruins. Yin Yangzi and several elders had grim expressions, but since the event had already occurred, as the senior leaders of the Desire Demon Sect, they naturally had to handle the aftermath.
In the ninja world, every village had its own way of survival, and the way of the Waterfall Village was to lay low. If they couldn't win in a head-on confrontation, then they would simply defend.
This feeling… it was much like the sensation of learning to drive a car for the first time: a mix of novelty and nervousness. It felt quite good.
At this moment, in the most luxurious and prestigious suite on the entire cruise ship, several bigwigs from various countries sat opposite one another. There were eight men in total, and at the head of the table sat none other than Li Chengyun of the Li family of New City.
"Let's go." The God of Thunder snorted coldly, waving at Meng Ao, who was still stunned by the scene, and strode toward the camp.
"Wonderful!" Akashi’s face was filled with excitement. Of course, she wasn't excited about the tedious repair work, but rather the hope that she might learn something from the Admiral while working.
The more Li Ming knew, the more confused he became; he could no longer tell what kind of world this truly was.
However, because killing intent is formed through the slaughter of martial practitioners, it is inevitably tied to it. As it grows, it gradually devours the practitioner's reason, eventually consuming them until they become a heartless killing machine.