Chapter 143: Negotiation

"What are you doing? Stop!" Huang Gaofeng cried out in absolute terror. If this weren't the forbidden grounds of the Omsk Huang clan, his panicked shout would have long since drawn people over.

"Clatter..."

Huang Shengli, who had been biting on his pipe with his fingers resting gently on the chessboard to analyze the game without even lifting his eyes to look at Zhang Chao, slammed his hand down as well, scattering the game pieces into utter chaos. He, too, snapped his head up to stare at Zhang Chao.

At this moment, Zhang Chao was radiant with heroic vigor and towering momentum, but then...

Comforted like this, Geling felt all the more aggrieved; her tears gushed forth even more heavily, and she burst out sobbing.

During this period, it seemed that everyone in the world was against Oboi, wanting to get rid of this powerful and treacherous minister, including Chen Jinnan.

Besides, even without this connection, no one would willingly provoke someone they couldn't beat and who never reasoned with anyone.

The reason the lord refused to tell him explicitly was surely because there were still clues that needed to be pondered. Didn't the lord say so? He scolded him for "ruining more than he accomplishes, and failing in everything he tries." Though he truly had no idea where he had failed to accomplish anything or where he had ruined things.

Nobody knew about this scene; outside, people were still talking loftily and guessing at the possible missions for the coming days.

Amidst this momentary hesitation of Uncle Pei, the faint glow of fire came from behind, followed by a succession of popping explosions from the flames.

***

Weill spread his black-flame wings, scooped up Smoothie, and returned to the ocean-view villa he rented in the suburbs of Saikond Island.

Looking at this child, Feng Junchu felt an inexplicable fondness, yet seeing her clinging to Xiao Lian in that manner, and remembering that she was born to Xiao Lian by someone else, his teeth started itching with hatred all over again.

"Your daddy is the best daddy in the world." Zhan Yunge went against her conscience to put in a good word for a certain father who had threatened her son.

Yunge patiently explained the details to him, pointing out where it would be most appropriate to build the plaza and sketching them out one by one. She even marked out the location for the seclusion chamber right there on the plaza map, making it so detailed that anyone could build it simply by following the blueprints.

Afterward, Natsukawa and Yuzu sliced the cake many more times, distributed the pieces to everyone, and happily dug in together.

The softness of Lan Xin'er's chest pressed against Gong Yeting's back. His body stiffened, and before he knew it, his mind began to wander.

Zhuang Meng held the box, a genuine smile blooming on his face. It was plain to see that he had yearned for what was in his hands for a very long time.

At that moment, as the rain continuously washed over the car, the dazzling yellow paint on the hood, previously covered by muddy water, gradually washed away to reveal its original color. Only then did the crowd realize that this was not an all-black car at all; rather, the dazzling yellow had been completely masked by mud.

He had to complete the mission safely; he had to return to Calvia and hear Master Xiaoyin tell him in person the very meaning of his creation.

Luo Zhanpeng answered him and walked up to his seat. However, before he could even sit down, he took a punch to the stomach that left his digestion in turmoil, hurting so much that he doubled over in his chair and groaned in agony.

***

This white cat seemed as though it had been cursed; it stopped instantly, squatting right on top of his head without moving.

"I stood there frozen at the time, having no idea what to say or what to do. I was so much older than them, yet they wanted me to follow two youths who didn't even look fully grown, and what's more, to be their cook?

He Yiming had only stepped forward to stop the US forces because they violated the national border, which was what ultimately led to the plane crash.

Although the President was dead drunk, he kept muttering something under his breath and flailing his limbs about wildly, as if he were about to break free from Chu Xun and start shouting at any second.

What on earth are all these~? Jinri wondered, utterly bewildered. The system remained silent, no matter how Jinri questioned it.

Half a month later, Yao Muchen finally recovered from his physical injuries. Through this catastrophe, his flesh had been further tempered—which he supposed could be considered a form of forging—and he consoled himself with that thought.

Building a brand and running advertisements took vast mountains of cash! The cost alone would require him to earn money for several decades just to cover it.

"Boss? You're treating? Fantastic! The boss is treating today, who's going, sign up!" Hua Shao's loud shouts rang out.