Volume One, Chapter 40: A Lead on the New Job

Lu Mingde sipped the edge of his teacup without answering Shen Qingran immediately.

He asked in a steady voice, "Does Tingxiao know your intention?"

Shen Qingran shook her head. "He doesn't know I'm coming. However, this doesn't affect my decision."

Lu Mingde put down the cup in his hand, his lowered eyes revealing bloodshot veins that refused to fade.

Lu Jiajia was his daughter, his only daughter. How could he not care about her?

Yet the sense of justice and persistence deeply rooted in his bones made it impossible for him to compromise his bottom line.

He knew Shen Qingran's arrival meant there was a turning point, yet the guilt in his heart grew even heavier.

The spine he had never bent once in his entire life was, at this moment, finally...

Jiang Liedian shifted his feet and turned, his twin fists carrying the force of the wind as he launched a rapid succession of strikes at the Cult Leader's vital points. Though the two had yet to make direct contact, each could feel that the other possessed a steady and formidable cultivation, making them true adversaries.

A hint of caution appeared in Dongxing's gaze. He seemed somewhat wary of the jade ruler that had so effortlessly shattered the weapon he took such pride in.

Hua Shuqi was initially bewildered, but soon figured out what Hongxing was laughing at—a young lady sleeping so soundly in an unfamiliar place—and her face instantly turned red.

The people at the cram school pointed the finger at me, claiming that it was their sophomore students who came over to cause trouble, and that he was the ringleader.

Looking at that silly Husky, I decided that when conditions permitted, I must replace it with a more imposing and aloof summon beast.

"They're actually fine! They have such great lives!" Jinglei poked her head out of the window and saw that Brother Liu and his subordinates were completely unharmed, which finally set her mind at ease. She had been afraid that Congyi might get arrested for murder, but now it seemed everything was fine.

"Village Chief." Wang Dong slowly took a couple of steps forward, first bowing slightly to the old man before speaking to him.

At that moment, Kang Fanini seemed to instantly forget her contractual status. She was in a state of semi-frustration, like someone whose territory had been violated, and was just a hair's breadth away from completely losing her temper.

Everyone was trembling, watching the battle between the two with utter terror, finding it unimaginable. Whether it was Han Lang or the Demon God Candle Fire, both had reached the standards of supreme deities. The combat power erupted by these two mighty figures at this moment was incomparably horrifying, making onlookers wish they could retreat as far away as possible.

Speaking of which, there were no heartwarming tales of deep sisterly affection between the sisters Xiao Jingyao and Xiao Jinghong passed down through the generations.

However, Ji Tianxue was different. Her meticulousness was no less than Bai Yong's, and she was decisive in her choices. As a former top-tier assassin, she viewed things differently from others; many would have chosen to wait and see how the situation developed.

Usually, one should keep a low profile and bide their time, but when the moment to act arrived, one should proudly display their capabilities. Since they were all on the same side, pretending to be modest at such a time would be a sign of disrespect to the others.

After all, possessing a foundation comparable to a Void-tier powerhouse, the Azure Dragon was merely acting on instinct, yet the power it unleashed was still peerless. Only Marquis Tianque, relying on the formidable nature of his national realm crystal, could block it head-on.

Yet within the storyline, many of the turmoils in the pugilistic world were actually just the Mongol forces leveraging Pang Ban's prestige to disrupt the Central Plains martial arts community, control martial arts factions, and lay the groundwork for another bid to conquer the Central Plains.

No matter what anyone says today, I must keep this fellow here, and moreover, kill him cleanly and decisively. For no other reason than that his threat level is simply too high. Once this guy breaks through, surpasses the Apostles, and becomes a demigod, I suspect I might be killed in a single second.

Refusing to show weakness, I opened my mouth and spewed a torrent of holy flames. The sacred flame cascade poured down like a heavenly river, endlessly sweeping across the void. All the weapons were instantly vaporized, and as I continuously spewed holy flames, I swept them toward the undead legion.

Zhang Jiang seemed startled dumb by the continuous gunfire. His hands flailed wildly as he clumsily shifted the barrel of the firing gun, spraying bullets haphazardly toward the most crowded areas.

Everyone looked at Chu Tianshu with eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred. Of course, Gao Daguan was no exception.

Just days after its launch, the "Computer Manuscript Paper" software skyrocketed like a rocket, because the software's ease of use and the tremendous convenience it brought to office work were simply too remarkable.

With this move, the person spun alongside the blade, executing thousands of changes with ultimate fluidity. The spiral-shaped blade Qi possessed devastating destructive power, cutting a deep trench as it scraped along the ground, while sharp icicles simultaneously burst upward from the trench.

Qin Liuzhi's tense heart finally dropped back down into his stomach. He had been terrified that Jiang Hao would expose the scene that had just transpired, which would have instantly ruined the pristine reputation he had maintained his entire life.

Needless to say, this bead was the demon beast core that Ling Feng wished to refine, while that jade bottle presumably contained the demon beast's soul essence.

However, even though Le Qingyun said those words, her eyes were brimming with an irrepressible expression of happy amusement.

Unable to even find the people, there was no point in talking about foraging for food on the spot; the experiences of domestic warfare had already become a not-so-distant history in Korea in 1950.

Felt no sense of danger, Liu Mang thought to himself as he stepped into the carriage. The interior decoration was very minimalist, dominated by pale tones. An indescribable, subtle fragrance washed over him, silently seeping into every pore and inducing a soothing, tranquil state of intoxication.

"Boom!" A tremendous explosion rang out as the helicopter transformed into a flower of fire about four hundred meters away from Ye Zemin and Sherlock, its wreckage scattering in all directions as debris.

After he spoke these words, those clansmen who had previously harbored resentment now felt entirely relieved. Every word spoken by the family head was entirely reasonable, leaving them with no grounds for refutation.
After rambling on for a long time, Patriarch Joao poured himself another glass of red wine and began to praise its mellow flavor and place of origin. Liu Mang was inwardly amused; without even having to guess, some bad news was bound to follow.

The eighth is the Mourning Hairdo, accompanied by the folk song: Flowers bloom and flourish north of the River, fade and wither south of the River. Hair is too thin to be styled, sorrows are too numerous to untangle.

"You didn't see how many people came for interviews today, one after another. I didn't even have time to eat lunch; I just sat there conducting interviews until evening when things finally wrapped up. You'd think that after the company went through such an incident, there wouldn't still be so many people coming to apply," Ding Can said, somewhat puzzled.

"Look, you're intimidating me again." Tang Yun extended her hand, using her thumb and index finger to pinch the blade of the demon servant and push it outward. Unfortunately, the man possessed immense strength, and unable to push it away immediately, Tang Yun simply withdrew her hand.