Chapter 62: Surprise Turns to Fright

Su Manman straightened her clothes before knocking on the door—three sharp raps echoed in the quiet. Ye Feng sat in his chair, feeling an unaccustomed trace of nervousness. He couldn’t guess how Su Manman would react once she learned he was actually the chairman of Hengda Group. Would she blame him for keeping it from her all this time?

Hearing the knocking, Ye Feng deliberately lowered his voice. “Come in!”

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After Tang Feng spoke, everyone except Wolf and Drew—who were still chuckling awkwardly—shook their heads to declare their stance.

“What a magnificent Three-Eyed Wolf! Father, I want a mount! I want that Three-Eyed Wolf!” Ji Jing clung to Yuan Wei’s arm, her face brimming with hope.

Xiang Meng’er, having been caught off guard by my words, immediately ran to Ye Kuixue to complain. “Are you going to do something about him or not? He bullied me—go destroy him!” She put special emphasis on the word “destroy.”

Now Meng Qizhen was puzzled. Was this guy really planning to do that? If so, Meng Qi supposed there was no real need to kill him. After all, there wasn’t any deep-seated enmity between them.

Fortunately, before long, the man tumbled aside, gasping heavily. For some reason, the sound of his labored breathing filled Tian Tian with sudden disgust.

I saw it clearly—it was indeed gold. Remarkable. For a non-boss enhanced monster to drop gold so generously in one go—this was unprecedented.

After giving his orders, Tang Feng strode out of the Shadowcloud Residence, heading east toward the Forest of Beasts, with all the mercenaries following behind.

Only then did Tang Feng realize: neither Ryan nor Begg opposed his pursuit of Alice, and from Alice’s expression, she didn’t seem to mind, either! This discovery thrilled him—he almost dashed to her side but stopped himself, remembering what had just happened.

Led by Ismail and ten guides, we boarded five jeeps and journeyed towards the mysterious Tutankhamun Pyramid.

On the way back to Nightcry Sect, Yuan Wei rode his white spirit-feathered steed, looking glum. He couldn’t understand why Gu Sui’er hadn’t passed on Chang Xiang’s message, and he even suspected that Elder Kang and Gu Sui’er might have left the sect precisely for Chang Xiang’s sake.

Qian Zhixing suddenly realized, upon hearing the mention of the Red Gang, that the people they had offended belonged to the Red Society. No wonder so many powerful disciples had come after them—it was clear endless trouble awaited.

“They’re back!” Shen Tong exclaimed in delight, quickly drawing the shield wall inward. Before everyone stood He Lan, Qian Zhixing, and Deng Xiaoping—the very three they’d debated risking a rescue for just moments ago.

A cold, distant voice echoed in the demon kings’ minds, as though unused for centuries, stiff and halting.

After being scolded for so long, to suddenly hear someone call me a good person felt oddly unsettling. I worried I’d disappoint her someday.

For reasons unknown, uttering the words “I do” filled me with a solemn sense, as if I were making a vow of utmost importance.

He gazed, stunned, at the beauty who had only moments before sobbed in his arms, now wooden-faced and wracked with pain, tears streaming down her cheeks like an unstoppable spring.

Beyond the trading post stood a grand, imposing mansion, lavishly adorned with dragons and phoenixes. Passersby frequently cast admiring, envious glances its way.

Nangong Ranshuang, dressed in a golden dance gown, resembled a phoenix descending from the heavens. Just as the crowd was lost in lingering admiration, Nangong Ranshuang collapsed on stage at the end of her performance. Without thinking, I rushed forward, only for the Empress Dowager to catch my wrist in time.