Chapter 88: Impervious to Reason

“Unless what?”
Su Qinghan pressed coldly.

“Unless he found out something he shouldn’t know,” Chu Yuyao hinted, “for example, the massacre that wiped out the Su family estate twenty years ago.”

The moment her words fell, the air around them seemed to freeze. The aura around Su Qinghan grew suddenly sharp, her eyes icy as she stared at Chu Yuyao for the first time, her voice cold as death: “What do you know?”

A faint pulse flickered between Chu Yuyao’s brows, but she forced herself to remain composed.

They continued on until they reached Yanggu County, traveling along the official road beneath Meigong Mountain. The evening glow had already appeared in the sky. The thick forests on either side of the road were hushed, everyone exhausted and silent, only the creaking of the escort carriage breaking the stillness.

Tonight, a gathering was held here. All the upper ranks of Matsuda Society and the Yakuza Association, along with the leaders of the various branch societies, were present to formally pledge allegiance to the Eight-Headed Shinto Society.

This scene reminded Qin Guan of an era long past. The time when Young Lady was lost—that was also the first time Qin Guan killed, taking seven lives in one go.

Ami’s skin was indeed dark, but it was astonishingly smooth, putting even Reba and Shu Ying to shame.

Once inside the grand tent, he sensed something was amiss. Not only did the lord regard him strangely, but even Miss Bai, always so cold and aloof, seemed to be looking at him with a trace of hidden anger.

The gunfire from earlier had already reached the ears of First Company. The company commander hurried over and found the lieutenant heading the recon squad.

Among the three loli girls—Qin Mengyao, Yi Qiushui, and Liu Handou—Qin Mengyao might not be as pretty as Yi Qiushui, nor as intelligent as Liu Handou, but her emotional intelligence far surpassed the other two. In fact, even if you combined Yi Qiushui and Liu Handou’s EQ and doubled it, it might still not match Qin Mengyao’s.

Jiang Chuan drummed his fingers on the table, pondering what benefit the Xiao family of three could bring him.

“…” He Wenyu didn’t reply but tried to dash into the blaze, only for He Sanhuai to snatch away her twin blades and drag her from her horse, tying her up and slinging her across the saddle.

Han Yi scoffed, “What do you think a big boss is like? Flying everywhere every day, or mingling with high society and famous entrepreneurs at every meal?”

The boat owner was Qing Qiu Die’s distant cousin on her mother’s side. With family at the helm, she felt completely at ease about their safety.

He Changjue tried to resist, but He Dalang silenced him with a single glare, forcing him to lower his head and comply.

The Lady of Marquis Jing’an and Chu Lian shared a carriage, while He Changdi rode ahead with a team of guards, returning to the ancestral home.

Moments ago, the dignified Princess Duanjia had been all smiles, occasionally stealing glances at He Erlang, but now her face had drained of all color. Disappointment and sorrow flooded her wide eyes. To hide her emotions, she quickly lowered her head.

Meng Youran was actually ready to toss her bag aside and “reason” with them, but when the group suddenly fell silent, her suspicion only grew. She didn’t think they were afraid of her, so she turned to see what had caught their attention.

They exchanged friendly punches with Hagrid, both bursting into hearty laughter—their way of greeting, simple and direct.

After a while, he straightened up, wiped the sweat from his face, peeled off his vest, and grumbled as he went to find the first aid kit.

These regions had always been unstable—local powers not yet eradicated, religious influence still strong, especially in Tibet, making it easy for those with ill intent to exploit.

“I have things to do,” he said, frowning in distress, only for Jiang Xuejuan to give him a sharp pinch.

With the power of the sun in hand, and the yin child already obtained, the Kunlun Celestial Alliance now lacked only a place, a life, the Celestial Palace, and Blue Moon.

The entire battlefield fell silent. Even the frenzied monsters attacking stopped abruptly, raising their heads in terror to stare skyward.

Due to global environmental deterioration, extreme weather events were now common everywhere. North of the Yellow River, for example, it started snowing as early as September. These wealthy people had chosen New City for its “fresh air” and superior living conditions, only to find themselves caught right in the middle of this “beast tide.”