Volume 1, Chapter 111: Deliberate Obstruction

The female dormitory at Beijing University was an old-fashioned slab-style building with mottled walls, the air suffused with a faint scent of soap and books.

The male dormitory was in another building, not far away.

"You should all take your things to your respective dorms," Lin Ranran said. "We'll meet at the cafeteria for dinner tonight."

The Octopus Pirate Crew and the Jellyfish Pirate Crew were both auxiliary fleets established sixteen years ago by the White Mist Pirate Group for this operation. The level of support both received should have been roughly equivalent. Combined with the fact that both captains were capable individuals, it was entirely understandable that they remained neck-and-neck in terms of overall strength.

Hearing their child speak, the Demon Overlord lowered his head and began to examine the pair. Even though Xing Hen kept his head bowed to avoid eye contact, he still felt as though he had nowhere to hide under that gaze, as if his very thoughts were being laid bare.

Feng Peng kept nothing from her; over the past few days, Ye Xueying had already pried out of him how he had managed to track her down.

Xing Hen’s stay here for the past few days was not for the sake of the Assassin’s Guild, but because he spent every day in the inn. There was only one reason: three days had passed, and Jin Bi had yet to wake up, remaining in a deep slumber.

On this side, watching the actions of Qi Yunchen and Xia Ling, the faces of Jiang Yuan and Jiang Nian turned pale, and Father Qi, standing nearby, did not look well either.

Yu Zhen struck with his palm, and the entire space rippled as if imbued with an indescribable artistic conception.

On October 8th, Meng Lue, the eldest son of the Earl of Dingnan, arrived in Nanyang. The Earl of Dingnan was one of the vassals of the Shang Dynasty, guarding the southern frontier of the Shang Kingdom, and was a preeminent power in the surrounding counties.

The fangs were surely useful, but the commoners at the bottom of the social hierarchy did not know what that use was. They only needed to know that these fangs could be used as currency to trade for many supplies.

Listening to the story Yu Zhen told so eloquently, everyone at the dinner table was astonished: they hadn't seen him for a while, so how had the previously shy and timid Yu Zhen become so outgoing? Moreover, his tone was inexplicably convincing.

With a soft "beep," the metal sphere manufactured by An Lun began to move gradually toward the simulated Heart of the Clock.

Back then, when everyone looked down upon Zheng Zhi, it was the old man, his father, who ordered him to cooperate, simply because Zheng Zhi had excellent penmanship.

"I know you are eager for revenge, but you shouldn't look at everyone as if they were villains. Liulang is a good person; he is not like the people from Li Village!" He Mai said.

If Zhong Yi’s "crossing the sea under a mask" strategy could deceive Usami Takashi, the main force of the 41st Group Army, in coordination with the 10th Group Army and the 1st and 3rd Detachments of the Coastal Defense Corps, could crush the 15th and 17th Divisions in Yinxi and Yinnan in one fell swoop. The situation in Yinjiang would immediately turn from danger to safety.

Nearly two hundred officers and soldiers—this was almost a full-strength infantry company. Losing an entire company in a single night, who could withstand such a blow?

She had tried hard for a long time but could never cultivate internal energy. Later, in a moment of desperation, she handed the cultivation secret manual to her older brother, who was a soldier.

Matsui Iwane walked over to the tatami mat and knelt down, waiting quietly for the telegram from Imperial General Headquarters.

"Father!!!" He Mai’s throat felt bitter with grief, and the tears from the corners of her eyes poured out like a burst levee, no longer controllable.

"He..." Yang Jiebai let go of A-Jie and looked at Xu Han with a guilty conscience. She had barely started speaking when she was interrupted by A-Jie.

Li Shuangshuang had been terrified for quite a while, but as so much time passed, neither had anyone discovered she was a member of a foreign terrorist organization, nor had those people come to contact her.

It must be said that on this journey, it was truly thanks to the large bag of medicine prepared by Jiang Beibei; otherwise, the attrition rate would have been even more severe.

"Alright!" Hearing that Cheng Minghao was going to head home for a while, Huang Wanyi climbed out of his arms, grabbed a tissue, and began to wipe herself clean.