Volume 1, Chapter 40: I Am Your Man

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It possesses an immense capacity for energy; even if it were the heaven-shattering divine lightning, as long as the state of mind of a powerhouse like Emperor Qingfan were applied, it could be contained.

However, there is always something that makes us grow. As long as one is alive and as long as there is still a chance, one should make amends where necessary and provide companionship where it is due.

This incident did draw some attention from the newspapers, though, naturally, under government intervention, these reports eventually faded into nothingness.

"These days, everyone knows a few wealthy people, right? Rich second generations and property-developer heirs are everywhere now..." Ren Yan explained, feeling his reasoning was sound, and flashed a smile at Chen Fa'er.

Shen Yifeng, do not expect me to love you as I did before. In my heart, you are a hundred-dollar bill that has fallen into excrement. No matter how much of a pity it is, I will not pick it up. Because I deserve a better life.

Zixia’s heart sank abruptly. Had Shen Yifeng never spoken of what happened between him and Li Qiuyuan? Was he still thinking of Li Qiuyuan in his heart even now?

Chen Guanxi, with his usual steady, precise, and ruthless style, instantly blew away the head of the guard on the right side of the second floor of the watchtower. For Chen Guanxi, taking out a stationary enemy held no sense of challenge.

"Copper Pipe, move General Xue over and have the Master wake him up," Li Tong shouted, his sniper rifle still aimed at Wujiang.

Li San subconsciously glanced at the person beside him. That individual was gloomy and morose, his head and face completely covered, revealing only a pair of eyes. What made Li San tremble was that after the masked man walked into the elevator, he actually looked up and stared straight at him with a pair of mocking, half-smiling eyes, making his heart creep with dread.

He stared at me steadily. Between him and me, the deep water flowed silently and still. A hint of shyness and tenderness flashed across his eyes, impossible to grasp. When I looked again, he was back to his usual clean, calm, and modest self.

Also, I suspect that to capture Prince Zhe, they will only act in the shadows unless forced into a desperate situation; they will not choose to draw blades or fire weapons openly. That destines them to be tied down by their own constraints.

Looking weary and scouting with vigilance, they finally selected the path that appeared before them.

My heart ached with pity. That glass man. Aside from having a pair of human hands, the glass man had once been so beautiful. But what on earth had he endured?

Even the demon beasts on the periphery now possessed strength beyond the Nascent Soul stage; what kind of power would the beasts in the central region hold?

In less than twenty minutes, three to four thousand nuclear weapons had been launched from all over the United States.

Lin Tang did not go directly into the heart of Kyoto. Instead, led by Yu Hongming, he went straight to the military base guarding the capital.

The disheveled Suanni, Di Yin'er, answered first: "How could we have known the future? We received your invitation earlier, and while we hate the Shushan Sect to the bone, we kept in mind the previous failures during the Shushan sword duels. Knowing they have strength in numbers and are not easily opposed, we all wanted to invite a few more helpers."

Xue Rui had not yet recovered from the shock. Looking at the scene that had just unfolded, she felt as if she had been through a dream; it all felt too unreal.

"Is Director Lin in? I have something to discuss with him!" Returning to the temporary office of the Thirteenth Division, I saw that man, built like an iron tower, sitting on the sofa outside the director’s office, intently scrolling through his phone.

"Orochimaru!" Muyun blurted out without a second thought. He never expected the Third Hokage to let Orochimaru ambush him here. Even if Jiraiya had come, Muyun would have been confident in his ability to escape, but Orochimaru was completely devoid of humanity. That murderous aura just now felt like being plunged into a thick, viscous swamp.

Furthermore, the Liu family of this generation has introduced innovations, creating modern Feng Shui studies by combining ancient, fragmented manuscripts with science, greatly increasing the recognition and promotion of Feng Shui metaphysics.

The squad led by Squad Leader Dakang was selected from among commoners and had a weaker foundation than the elite soldiers handpicked from various units. If the training intensity were lower than theirs, the strength of the Iron Fist Special Forces would be a cause for concern.

Hearing the news that Liu Rui was challenging them before the battle, Ma Pu hurriedly brought all the generals in the city to the top of the city walls.

Zhao Yun led his troops, and he and Li Ruohai each targeted an enemy camp. The great army charged forward without hesitation. Meanwhile, beneath Nanyang City, the Jingzhou soldiers in those camps had already drawn their bows and arrows, ready to strike at any moment.

"Really! And I spent so much effort on my appearance," Jing Ni said, somewhat unwillingly.

Ever since that night, Wu Junxi’s obsession and passion for kissing had become truly unmatched... Whenever there was no one around, he would pester me for a kiss, and at night, it was only natural for him to hold me while we slept.

"Lord Hokage, going there yourself will give the Uchiha a pretext," the ANBU member warned. But from afar, only the Third Hokage’s urging voice reached them, and the ANBU member immediately swooshed after him; for the ANBU, the Hokage’s orders were above all else.

"Yes, I and everyone in the Super-God Group will do our utmost, even if it means sacrificing our lives!" Lin Feng gazed deep into the distance at the rainbow on the horizon; the rain was gradually stopping.

History tells us that only when there is a surplus of production materials does unequal distribution arise. Afterward, people who begin to use their brains appear, and politics steps onto the stage of history.

"Doesn't that mean his scales have lost their purpose?" Long Yanyun asked curiously.

Xu Ziyang did not lie; he stated directly that he was unable to break the formation.

He understood the meaning behind Chen Xi’s words. If Chen Xi were to kill him, it would prove that Chen Xi’s strength was superior to his own. In this military camp where power was supreme, if Chen Xi said she would fill the vacancy of this commander, it would be a gain without any loss for the army.