Chapter 29: Reinvestigation and Stringent Disposition

Since the rice was stolen yesterday, Lin Wei bought two bags of rice and a large watermelon on her way home today.

She sliced the melon in half and handed it to the Su brothers. "Go on, put this in your refrigerator to chill. We’ll eat it in a bit. As for this half, let's have it now. Yuan-yuan, run next door and call the Gao siblings over."

"Got it."

The three children went their separate ways, soon gathering at her place to feast on the watermelon.

Mid-bite, Wu Xiaoling asked, "Sister Weiwei..."

His two confidants were even more panicked now; it turned out that pursuing Ye Qing was not to blackmail the authorities, but because of a deep-seated blood feud.

"Why are you still dazed?" Zhu Jin'an tapped Shen Qingqing’s forehead. He held back his strength, but a red mark still bloomed.

Some emotions require no words; body language and a glance can say everything.

She blinked, and upon seeing a dark shadow ahead, she was instantly startled, her heart skipping a beat as if it had stopped cold.

Zhu Jin'an, assuming Shen Qingqing was angry with him, softened his tone significantly; he had never once considered losing his temper with her.

The moment she saw him, her body reacted with an instinctive stress response—cold sweat broke out across her back, her stomach cramped, and a wave of nausea surged within her.

She did not know how late Yu Zhi worked, but she felt that he was mature and steady, and incredibly charming when focused on his work.

A moment later, Jia Dongxu was beaten beyond recognition, his groin nearly crushed, leaving him numb and sensationless for the time being.

Qin Ye’s expression shifted slightly. He felt that surgery was truly difficult to develop in this world; after all, the people here were far too conservative.

A deafening explosion echoed in mid-air, and the sky filled with spray, transforming into endless rain that poured down in torrents.

At the same time, Tang Chen grabbed his shirt and ripped it off, revealing his well-toned, sturdy muscles.

The two old men were sent home by Brother Nan’s men; otherwise, the three of them would never have been able to carry those two drunken, unruly old men away.

Although Sima Feng was brave, he was outnumbered and wounded, managing to hold out for less than half an incense stick’s time.

Throughout the day, the Norman cavalry pursued their enemies relentlessly, their sharpened blades hacking down the fugitives from behind. The Normans fought with unwavering ferocity against anyone who had crossed the waves with Godwin; those men were destined for defeat.

"Alright, the games have gone on long enough, and I have given the alien races enough time. It is time to put an end to this farce," Cheng Buyun said with a smile.

Lin Feng looked around. The area had once been a forest, but now the trees were covered in Blade Mantises. These creatures were actually consuming the leaves and bark; a tree several meters thick, surrounded by thousands of mantises, was stripped down to nothing but a stump in mere minutes.

In the cathedral hall, everyone watched as these academy recruiters frantically offered Lin Lei terms that were beyond their wildest dreams, their envy almost making them drool.

"I see. There is nothing left for you here, so hurry back and resume your work," President Hai said to the Great Swordsman player.

It would not be long before his apprentice caught up to him and left him in the dust.

Since they had merged into the Fengwu Sect, Lin Feng stopped holding back and brought out the Fengwu Art for everyone in the Yanyue Sect to study—though, of course, it was primarily for Yi Yun and Zhao Ruyue.

"Wait! Don't you want to know who posted the bounty on your life?" Sensing the killing intent radiating from Ye Feng, Night Rose’s expression finally changed, and she spoke in a hurry.

Liu Yang’s remark sounded like a joke, yet it pointedly established who held the dominant position at the table.

"There’s a chance! It’s a void! This is the only place without a tangible threat!" Lu Yao and the others exclaimed, their hearts racing with the excitement of believing they had found the true exit.

From 1990 to 2012, spanning over thirty years, Li Jun’s memory might not hold every blockbuster hit from the future, but he could certainly piece together a few dozen of them.