Chapter 87: Social Insurance, Housing Fund, and the Game Potion Blind Box

When the safe soared into the air, Qiao Jia’s gaze instantly turned dangerous. The survivors at Dawn Base saw the safe flying and panic swept through them all.

Their minds raced with worries. What if Mayor Qiao Jia believed this was a deliberate mishap, suspecting there were no crystal cores inside the safe? What if she decided the crystal cores hadn’t been delivered, that it was none of her concern, and canceled the transaction? What if...

For a long time, there was neither sound nor sight—just a suffocating silence, as if time itself had stretched. The moments that passed felt like years, each second dragging on interminably.

It is said that the Yellow Emperor’s surname was Gongsun, and he resided at the Hill of Xuanyuan, thus called the Xuanyuan Clan. Later, he lived by the Ji River and so changed his surname to Ji. In pre-Qin records, the Yellow Emperor bore the surname Ji, with no mention of Gongsun. He was associated with the Bear Country, also called the Bear Clan. Other names include Emperor Hong, Emperor Xuan, and the Jin Yun Clan, explained by later scholars referencing historical sources.

After all, Huanfu Huang had never possessed a true soul hero and had suffered much ridicule from Long Yifei. Now, at last, he had his own hero—he could silence Long Yifei’s ugly mouth.

Although the missiles exploded around Captain Planck, his movement was bizarre, twisting left and right, and he emerged largely unscathed.

“There’s more I can tell you: people from every nation are different. We of Han have yellow skin and black hair, but those from the Roman Empire have white skin and blonde hair! And there are others with black skin, brown hair!” Zhao Feng spoke again, uttering words that were beyond the imagination of those present.

It was unavoidable; compared to disputes over territory, the struggle for doctrine and faith was even fiercer.

Tang Ye was injured. While anger seethed within him, worry gnawed at him as well. He called Lin Yourong. Although it was nighttime, Lin Yourong was a nurse and had worked night shifts many times before, so she was used to it. Hearing that Tang Ye was in trouble, she immediately rushed from home to the hospital.

Because he knew nothing, he could only endure beatings, flee when forced, and investigate under compulsion.

“Thank you, Master!” With these words, the Creation Boy anxiously transformed into a shadow and dove straight into the Jade Creation Disk.

“Lock them up for now. We’ll deal with them after entering the city—there’s no time to fuss with them!” Zhao Yi declared as he strode into Wan City.

A few hearty laughs escaped, and Liang Kemor’s rigid back loosened a little. He strolled slowly back to his seat and sat down with composure.

Lin Mi frowned as she entered the office. Following Ji Linghao’s gesture, she looked at the computer, pupils widening in confusion.

It was Qin Fan himself who was taken aback, staring at the square where all the Sword Gate disciples stood ready, fully armed.

The Chen family wedding, by this moment, had become an unmitigated hell. All the guests trembled, their first thought being that Cloud City was about to change forever.

Afterward, Jiang Beiqiao watched Li Zhengyu and President An discuss business. Jiang Beiqiao didn’t truly understand much of it, but she had to pretend she did.

His gaze swept through the air and finally settled on me, utterly devoid of emotion.

Dongdong covered his mouth to stifle a giggle, carried a dish out of the kitchen, and was as obedient as could be, leaving the space for them.

He’d always wanted to know where Master Gong, Uncle Yao, Hou Yi, and the others had gone.

He never dreamed his son was actually connected to the Hidden Sect—and even entangled with the Jiang family’s heiress.

From Jiang Xuefeng’s tone, Hu Yaru could discern that his relationship with his mother might not be very good.

What nonsense! Rong Xi watched as the man brazenly drank her fruit juice, shamelessly claiming it was for her own good, humming as he did so.

Yet if he were to say that Qianye Hui was actually fine, that she took things much more lightly than Mo Nan Sheng, and that Mo Nan Sheng needn’t worry at all, he simply couldn’t bring himself to say it. In the end, it was more comfortable to say nothing at all.