Volume 1, Chapter 22: Do You Believe in the Light?

The day after paying off her debts, Chu Guang was gloriously back in the red.

Due to the incorrect information provided by the counselor, the hospital had administered a full dose of energy serum, leading directly to this astronomical bill.

At this moment, Chu Guang was staring at the bill before her, lost in deep thought.

Her expression was grim.

So that’s how it is. My second sister is truly formidable—using others as blades, employing coercion and bribery to turn those around me against me. It is truly impossible to guard against.

The "White Moonlight" team has seven main roles. Over the past few years, with the exception of Captain Lin and Vice-Captain Chen, the rest have been in constant rotation. During the first half of the mid-season tournament, the four of them surpassed the reserve trainees of the same period by an overwhelming margin, officially securing their starting positions.

Her long, dense eyelashes fluttered slightly. The faint smile on her lips shattered the last remaining shreds of Ye Linglong’s sanity. Shaking her head forcefully, Ye Linglong stopped overthinking and dipped the whip in her hand into cold water.

"Didn't you donate all your money to the charity foundation?" Asked by Wang Nuo, Tao Xiu felt a slight panic. Of course, she wouldn't ask Wang Nuo, as she assumed Wang Nuo no longer had large sums of money.

This is a win-win contract, but as with any contract, there are disagreements. Investors want to minimize management fees, raise the threshold for performance bonuses, reduce fees and profit sharing, and loosen entry and exit clauses, while the management team seeks the exact opposite.

Although the situation was bizarre, he was overjoyed. He felt that having caught the Emperor’s eye was the only reason he was fortunate enough to marry a princess of the primary line, and he was certain his future career would be smooth sailing.

Han Yu was already annoyed when he learned she had accepted this rule, but upon hearing that she had requested it herself, he raised his hand to press against his temples.

It is a common tactic in the industry: if an analyst cannot rank at the top themselves, they pick someone from the top rankings to act as their opponent. Defeating the champion makes one the "uncrowned king," and defeating someone proves the extent of one's own strength.

Su Wushuang’s heart began to race. He watched the ball in his hand nervously. Silence permeated the air; only the whistling of the wind could be heard, as if time itself had come to a standstill.

He simply pulled out a wet wipe, his gaze lowered with a look of intense seriousness, cleaning her fingers inch by inch. His movements felt both harsh and heavy.

He stood like a giant, his head brushing the stars, his feet planted on the earth. His body seemed like the spine of the world, supporting the very heavens. Tall and imposing, with every step he took, the entire world seemed to tremble.

At times, an agent acts as a shield for a player—for instance, in contract renewals, business negotiations, or even when relatives come asking for money, the agent can be used as an excuse. Hong Tianpei knew perfectly well that Stephen was just using a pretext, but there was nothing he could do about it.

This news spread once again to every corner and crevice of the world, yet it still failed to reach the ears of Wang Dao.

The fifth brother, Robin, remained low-key, dressed in ordinary clothes, his eyes only occasionally flashing with a sharp glint. Robin’s image brought to mind a dog that bites hard but never barks.

"The head of the Situ family has the final say. It is a deal. We can send people to take over the West Mountain Mine immediately. It would be best to inform the Feng and Lin families at once to avoid any complications," Lu Suifeng suggested with great magnanimity and decisiveness, showing thoughtful consideration.

Tang Ziqing may look cold and arrogant, but she is quite sharp-witted, Lin Tian thought to himself, noting how she had guessed Wang Wanxi’s intentions at a glance.

"In about five years, there will be a fundamental policy decision that will shock the entire nation. Grandmother, the country is in the midst of reform; no change would surprise me, only a lack of change would," Wang Ping said with complete confidence.

The Human Race and the God Race cannot coexist. This is an irreconcilable collective conflict, and therefore, I must kill. The more, the better! The Death God raised his gleaming blade, reflecting the red sun in the sky and casting a brilliant, dazzling light.