Volume 1, Chapter 22: What a Fortuitous Misunderstanding!

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Long Yi and his wives were somewhat exhausted, mostly from overexcitement. After leaving the venue, they headed together to a suite reserved for the president, where they planned to spend the night, to wash up and change. Gu Huang and the others had all transformed back into their original forms, like dragons soaring in the sky, even summoning dragon clan treasures.

"I’m very curious—how did you manage to break free from the cave’s seal?" Bei Feifan smiled triumphantly.

Having once delved deep into the soul core of the abyss, Li Xu knew that his intellect was actually not very sharp. Yet, after some modifications, an unexpectedly potent effect had emerged.

In the pool of blood, a strange energy gathered toward the center, where a one-meter-long iron nail floated atop the blood.

But whether it was Hong Quantao from the Emperor Hotel or Zou Shi, neither seemed confident when facing this district chief.

Ahead stood a dilapidated building; its walls, mottled in black and red, were worn and battered. The blue stone steps were covered in dust, and wild grass grew thick on the roof and tiles. Birds had even built nests atop the roof. A black cat stealthily climbed, eyeing the birds.

"Give them a simple assessment and then send them back to their original units. Our own survivor squads also need your leadership."

Du Xue smiled and loudly praised the few who had completed their tasks well, while inwardly he marveled.

Among them, the Night Elf tribe, due to their nature, was the easiest to be accepted by the Huaxia side. To balance power, the imperial capital also extended considerable support to the Night Elves’ industries within the city.

Yu Wei’s nightlife business brought her into contact with a diverse crowd—from wealthy scions to local thugs. But the Wasteland Armed Group was directly engaged in the nightlife trade and real estate business.

The deputy commander rushed over, staring intently as the chief of staff translated a coded message word by word, then pressed for answers.

The others were utterly baffled. Was this the legendary Azure Dragon? How could they all be such mediocre figures?

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When Wang Ping and Cheng Xiao hurriedly arrived, maps representing several bases had already been spread across the table, with the Japanese army’s attack directions clearly marked.

Fu Nianjun was momentarily stunned, a great surprise rising within her. She thought to herself that the old monk must indeed possess some spiritual cultivation—but before she could voice her question, the moment passed.

It was precisely because he was tactful and avoided offending others that Commander Jin Yao had risen from an ordinary soldier to his current leadership position step by step.

A sharp gunshot rang out from just behind Zhang Chen, and immediately, an eighth squad member fell to the ground.

Two strands of hair brushed softly against her cheek in the wind, adding a touch of alluring charm. Her keen eyes shifted cleverly—part cold, part mischievous—complemented by a pristine white gown that hugged her slender waist. She was stunningly flawless, as if untouched by the mortal world.

“Maybe she really did arrive on a Segway; I must have remembered wrong,” Che Yu said.

After some playful banter with Mosquito and asking about Du Fei, I suddenly recalled Jiang Jinghan had been waiting beside me for a reply, so I hurriedly approached her.

It was hard for anyone to imagine just how formidable a team must be to secure victory in war. Thinking on this, everyone looked with burning eyes at the twenty warriors before them. The military revered strength, and the Western Camp of the city’s defense forces was no exception.

Pressing his forehead, Yu Fan drew three drops of soul blood. He then placed it in his palm and reached toward Liu Xuan.

Simultaneously, he harnessed his body’s power, maximizing vitality to heal and defend, while violently retreating to lessen the impact.

“Grandpa...” Ao Yue rushed over from the Thunder Abyss, now lying painfully in the arms of Ao Feng, the Demon Lord.

Kong Baocai’s eyes flicked sideways, and he fell silent. Since that afternoon, Ye Liangchen had been calling him by this nickname, much to his displeasure. Whenever Ye Liangchen called him this, he either remained silent or glared fiercely.

She had thought this was the best outcome, yet after a week she found herself glancing toward Kong Baocai’s seat unconsciously. Though physically present, her heart remained elsewhere.

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Kong Baocai turned to leave but was pulled back by Ye Liangchen. Though they often teased each other, a few barbs here and there, it wasn’t likely that he’d get truly angry over this.

Before the middle-aged man, who wore a look of utter despair, Li Qing spoke cheerfully: “The four great noble families of Chengdu—the Xianyu family was once all-powerful, dominating commerce and politics. But after Xianyu Zhong’s downfall, the family became a shadow of its former self. Three families now remain: the Su, Zhao, and Hao families.”

During her friendship with Lan, she discovered many of Lan’s qualities... Gradually, she finally understood the warning Duan Lang had mentioned. Nothing is perfect—not even the orchid. Its greatest strengths hide inherent dangers.

Just after causing a huge commotion, Li Yi had barely taken a few steps when an aged voice spoke. Looking toward the source, he saw an elderly man in white robes blocking his path, smiling at him.

Ji Ze, hearing noises outside, nimbly leapt out the open window. He quickly avoided passersby and entered a clean courtyard filled with blooming plum trees.

Removing his holographic helmet, he cut the power to the mainframe, only to find Wang Chao still online. This leveling fanatic was probably immersed in monster hunting—given his personality, he wouldn’t log off until the very last moment.

He personally went out to greet someone unexpected. Actually, that wasn’t quite right—he had anticipated meeting this person in the marketplace someday, just not so soon.

Inside the grand but quietly serene Bamboo Hall of Hongqing Tower’s headquarters, several bamboo tables and chairs were neatly arranged to the left of the entrance.

“Go, go, go—everyone must be checked, whether familiar or new. Even if you’re here to see Boss Li, you have to be checked,” said the man with a scruffy beard as he walked toward Brother Qiang’s car.