Chapter 52: The Cage Fish of the Beautiful King 10

Lu Ningshi silently twirled the golden bracelet, uncertain whether the item possessed a function similar to a wiretap.

Lowering her gaze and pondering for a moment, she looked up. "I'm not sure either. When I woke up, I was already in the giant shark's cave."

"A giant shark? The giant shark kept by Prince Cori?"

"That's right."

Lu Ningshi nodded. "Fortunately, Diana—that is, the human outside the door—helped me, so I managed to escape by a fluke."

"That human helped—"

This question perplexed not only the Great Elder, but the Fourth Elder and the others as well, leaving even Nangong Yue completely baffled as to what was going on.

This special envoy and minister of Enlil rarely acted lightly, yet his might shook the heavenly realm, second only to the God of War.

"I'm fine, you all may withdraw," Shangguan Sichen replied casually, not taking the guard's words to heart. At the moment, he just wanted to go out and clear his mind.

And now, Zhen Xing had been teleported by his own hand into the interior of this massive warship. How could Yang Chi possibly let go of such a prime opportunity?

Taiyuan Sect was a heavily guarded stronghold. Following the rise of the various kings, Li Ruoyu had single-handedly stood against the ancient Great Saints, his renown echoing across the entire Eastern Wasteland, and Taiyuan Sect had firmly placed itself among the top-tier sacred grounds.

He was a brilliant youth among the Sumerian kings, a lingering smile always playing at the corners of his eyes, though it had grown somewhat solemn at the moment due to his thoughts.

"Mr. Luo, you cannot go in!" Just as Luo Qianfan was about to enter the factory, several police officers immediately blocked his way.

"A misconception? I don't think so. For instance, my current realm far surpasses yours—you needn't deny that. But in terms of sheer strength, you are definitely above me, and I don't even know by how much you've surpassed me," said Zili.

A trace of warmth stirred in Luo Qianfan's heart. He remembered Lin Yinhan saying before that her greatest dream was to build a business empire. Now, as long as she gave a nod, the vast Lin Group would be entirely hers, yet she had given up such a wonderful opportunity for his sake.

"Second Brother, is Yinbo alright?" Seeing that Gongsun Laiyi had finally fallen silent under his stern reprimand, Gongsun Changfeng cast a comforting glance in his direction before turning to gently inquire of the Second Elder.

In the afternoon, the Emperor urgently summoned the chief and deputy directors of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, as well as Prime Minister Wang, ordering Prime Minister Wang to serve as the imperial decree envoy and personally travel to Jingfo Temple to escort Imperial Noble Consort Wang back.

Therefore, after chasing for dozens of meters, Gongsun Zhi also stopped in his tracks, and then shouted towards Gongsun Jing with a hint of "anger" in his voice.

"Pascal?" Branson was slightly startled. He had indeed heard of Councilor Pascal; that was a close confidant of the French President and one of the representatives in the National Assembly.

For a fleeting moment of distraction, a delicate face settled like autumn water, her spiritual eyes suddenly dimming as if laden with endless helplessness.

"Huh?" Ling Lie was taken aback, feeling her damp face pressed against his back. Her cheeks were still burning hot, and the warmth transmitted through his clothes straight to his spine.

This kind of laughter sent a chill down one's spine, penetrating straight into the bones, as if everything had been meticulously calculated by him and remained entirely within his control.

She crouched half-height, tears streaming down her cheeks, and raised a pitiful face to look at Rou Dai. Tears fell, wetting her rouge-stained jade-like face, mingling with the desolate night light as they slid across her pale cheeks, full of sorrow and grief.

The people below began to murmur in discussion. No matter how this choice was made, someone was going to die, and they even had to decide who would die and who would stay. Besides, who would willingly court death?

Wonderful days always pass inadvertently. In the blink of an eye, a week had gone by, and under the meticulous care of the medic, the wounds on the soldiers' feet had completely healed.

As he spoke, he wore an expression of pain, struggling from his lying position to sit up.

Just as he drove up to the entrance of the naval compound, several trucks drove out in single file, and Jianguo stopped the car, patiently waiting for the convoy to pass.