Volume One, Chapter 49: A Humbling Defeat

The commanders of the four major institutions were all stunned the moment they heard it.

Suddenly, another voice rang out overhead—clear, authoritative, and thunderous—making everyone’s ears buzz.

“Old Jiang, you actually say you’re inferior? Hahaha, that’s truly a rare sight!”

Before the words had even finished, a neatly dressed middle-aged man appeared, holding a book in one hand as he seemed to walk on air.

In the blink of an eye, he stood before everyone.

“I am Qi Li, Chief Commander of the Psychic Security Bureau, saluting Senior Bai Qingfeng!”

Qi Li’s face lit up with joy upon seeing the newcomer.

The middle-aged man holding the book merely smiled faintly in response. Then his gaze shifted to the half of a corpse in the swordsman Jiang Xiu’s hand...

Stopping at the door of an elegant room, Zhu Yancheng heard muffled laughter inside and raised his hand to knock.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are your eyes red? Did you get sand in them?” Cai Ming asked in surprise.

“Come, let’s have a fight.” The soft whisper of the Night floated into the ears of the diners present. But to the others, it sounded like a death curse, endlessly echoing in their minds.

“A bloodline, or perhaps a legendary parasitic weapon.” Without hesitation, the Night said. He had no needs.

To reclaim the German artillery stronghold that had become a thorn in their side, Rokosovsky, leading the flanking attack against the German forces, had thrown everything he had into the effort.

“Isn’t everything here what you secretly desire deep within your heart? Why do you want to destroy it with your own hands? Why shatter it yourself?” Gao Qiuguan looked at the devastated house ruined by Meng Ying and shook his head in bewilderment.

“Father, father, Yu’er is in trouble.” Guo Fu pushed open the door only to see Guo Dao busy calculating with an abacus. Hearing Guo Fu’s words, his fingers snapped, and the beads scattered chaotically.

“It is the weapon of my birth; I and it are one. Naturally, it carries these with it.” Amaterasu wore an expression as if it should be so. In truth, she knew nothing but simply felt it was the right thing to do.

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“Did you feed the soldiers grain with bran? Rice husks? How can the troops possibly endure that? Aren’t you afraid they’ll mutiny?” Su Xu’s face was cold, his gaze slightly displeased as he looked at Nang Yuan.

Bloodline transformations, ultimate summons, and even a series of forbidden techniques were unleashed all at once by the surviving trial participants. They no longer cared about the injury overflow; their only goal was to fully unleash their strength.

Seeing Liu Dong enter the command center, a young soldier in uniform, about thirty years old, quickly came forward to greet him.

“No need. After a look around, I got some inspiration. I’ll go back and jot it down before I forget.” Concerned about starting work early, Xu Ziling had no time to linger, nor did he plan to visit Huang Jiancheng and Old Huang.

To her, Chen Gousheng—who was somewhat slick, a bit roguish, and even a little disdainful—seemed especially endearing.

But Su Zhe could no longer wait; he had to leave because he already sensed someone had broken into the room.

Careful calculations showed that the cost of an unmanned submarine was just over 1.5 billion Tianchao currency, while the “Flying Eagle” cost over 180 million. From this, it could be deduced that Xu Ziling’s trip back home had earned the military factory around 8 billion.

Liu Dong, accompanied by Mu Gang and a young man surnamed Fang, arrived at the entrance to the antique market. Liu Dong planned to use this opportunity to sweep through every pawnshop and antique store on Quancheng’s antique street to see how much he could find today.

But learning also requires talent. Those gifted grasp things more easily. Understanding encompasses logic, memory, imagination, association—an all-encompassing judgment.

“What, Mike? Maybe your informant was already killed! Oh no, Fourth Brother, ask Sixth Brother about the situation upstairs!” The middle-aged man surnamed Zhang’s face changed drastically as he turned around quickly.

As Miss Omega had said, he wore a mask that concealed his face, but his bare shoulder and half-exposed back were fully visible on camera, marked with several clear scars that slithered across his pale skin like serpents.

Being violated in one’s bridal chamber not only ruins a lady’s honor but can also cost her life.

However, when it came to danger, I did not agree entirely. Even though I never submitted to Leng Lingyun, because she was the mistress of the space, no matter what, she would never truly be harmed.

Just from this alone, Yan Yi thought that today’s conversation might actually have an effect.

Qin Feng asked, though he had been here a long time, he only knew that Fang Yuan was from the northeast but was unclear about the exact place.

Taking Quan Shaochen’s hand, he sat down on the sofa and recounted once more what he had just explained to Su Yiqing.

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“Are you going to Qionghua to see Yun’er, that girl? Although we also miss her, Qionghua holds too many memories with Master... With our current state of mind, it’s probably not the right time to revisit those feelings.”

“What’s wrong? Have you been cutting corners at work or doing a poor job?” Murong Xue continued to question.

“At the start, Father did give me tens of millions as startup capital!” Murong Xue replied.

Xuanxuan didn’t know what Yangyang was worried about; if he had never done it, it would be understandable that he couldn’t express it.

We agreed to go into the water together tomorrow morning. I merely took advantage of the heavy yin energy tonight to scout ahead. This natural spring is some distance from the hotel, and with no guests around, the place felt even more desolate.

Ouyang Yingqi’s light footsteps echoed down the hospital corridor. Passing by the office of Qian Mo’s attending doctor, she unexpectedly found Qian Mo’s parents inside.

Seeing all four racks full of people, Sun Chuanting had rough iron chains threaded through the middle of a large iron cage, securing the chain’s ends to two iron stands. The chains stretched long across the floor, and Sun Chuanting instructed the remaining hundred men to grab the chains and prepare.

Tang Fengqing was panicked and understood clearly that Yan Libin was beginning another threat.

My mother, seeing my white T-shirt stained yellow, finally accepted it and her eyes reddened.

Though classes were suspended on Thursday, it was still a busy day; all students of Liwuqiu High were preparing for the campus festival.

“He wore all black... and his features were very delicate, with a slightly cold aura about him.” Mi Xue recalled seriously.

Unable to bear the sudden heat, the two simultaneously averted their gaze. The air was suffused with a subtle awkwardness and unspoken affection.

Yet in this world, such people exist—those who instinctively look down on others and, more than that, take delight in seeing them in a humiliating state.