Chapter 153 Can You Handle the Game?

The distribution of benefits is always the hardest thing to balance.

Moreover, this involved the various industries of a city's former paramount faction. Fixed assets were only one aspect; the crucial part was the endless money-making enterprises they controlled. Many of these were monopolistic businesses, which were what truly made people's mouths water.

Given such colossal interests, satisfying every single party was exceedingly difficult. You might claim you had contributed, but that also depended on your strength. Why was the Huang family able to—

Receiving such a letter early in the morning instantly swept away the tender sweetness Liu Mang had shared with his wife throughout the night. Of course, he could hardly be called angry; Iberia had always been this way, and Isabella had sufficient reasons to act thus. Mostly, he felt a sense of helpless resignation.

Looking at the benevolent and virtuous prince praised so highly by the common people of Northern Wei, Ling Feng saw a man of gentle demeanor and extraordinary refinement, completely devoid of the arrogant and haughty airs typical of aristocratic youth, and could not help but inwardly praise him in his heart.

"That is to say, the Prophet Elijah transformed into a falcon right here to deliver the Virgin's message to Grand Prince Lazar Hrebeljanović?" Liu Mang asked solemnly.

Without any visible movement on his part, a massive beam of light over ten feet long materialized out of thin air. With a crisp clang, it shot forth like a startled lightning bolt or a swimming dragon. Before anyone could react, the sword of light, carrying an unstoppable and indestructible sword qi, pulverized the four giant bronze cauldrons suspended above the high platform into dust.

These matters seemed to have nothing to do with Yellow Beard. He was still lingering sixty kilometers away in Orekhovo. His excuse was simple: My knightly order needs time to rest and reorganize. This excuse was utterly ridiculous, so much so that even his own knights could not comprehend it.

Inside the palace, Emperor Taizong and Empress Zhangsun were experiencing the darkest moments of their lives, while outside the palace, Li Chengqian sighed to himself. Du Rui had already used that imperial guard to inform him of the mastermind behind these events.

As for a single grain of the Essence of Life, its inherent value was already equivalent to twenty thousand units. Of course, the specific efficacy still depended on the results after consuming it. If you actually believed all those wonderful, marvelous, and immensely complex theories touted by those scientists and research institutions, you would truly be out of your mind.

Magio stared blankly at Lin Dong. Many of his business partners played the stock market, but whenever stocks were mentioned, their faces were invariably filled with gloom. "Lin Dong, are you a god? The stock market is performing so poorly, yet you're still able to make money?" Magio simply refused to believe that Lin Dong's wealth came from the stock market.

"Does this vegetable need to be sliced?" Lin Dong had already picked up the kitchen knife, and seeing Yang Ling nod, he began to slice away.

"Very well. This trip of yours is on official business, and I believe you know how to keep your personal feelings under control," Zhao Yuan said.

An Wen felt the sensation of an impact, but it was not very strong because all the attacks were blocked by Lu Chen's body. Lu Chen kept emitting muffled groans; he could not cry out in pain loudly because An Wen was right in his arms, and he did not want to cause her any alarm or terror.

"What is it? Why have we stopped?" Xia Lan asked as she lifted the curtain of the carriage window.

Cheng Xuning nodded slightly and looked around the Black Wind Stronghold again. Those rugged men had all become as docile as lambs, answering whatever was asked of them. Where was there even a shred of the fierce and violent aura typical of bandits?

Her facial features were exceptionally striking—exquisite and deeply defined. Her skin was honey-toned, radiating a healthy glow. Her eyes were not a pure dark brown; rather, they looked as though she were wearing colored contact lenses, flecked with a translucent silver. Her hair was so pale it was almost white, long and wavy, draped loosely over her back.

The paparazzi bolted out of the hospital, stripped off the white lab coat he was wearing, and looked around to ensure no one was watching before pulling out his phone. "Hello? Although things didn't go perfectly, the objective was essentially achieved! Transfer the rest of the money to my account!" With that, he hung up.

"Witnessing the myriad facets of everyday life always makes me feel like the world is infinitely vibrant. The next time We travel incognito outside the palace, Eunuch Tan shall accompany Us," Wuyan warmly invited Tan Cheng.