Carriage No. 7

"Heh." Yaomei continued to chuckle, turning her head away from Chen Anquan. "Little brother, is my nickname as explicit as my appearance?"

Chen Anquan’s mouth twitched. This was the first time he had encountered such a brazenly flirtatious woman, and he couldn't help but steal a few extra glances at her.

The thin, sleek combat suit was designed not just for battle, but for other forms of engagement as well. It was the perfect style to accentuate a figure; under the lure of the blood-red fabric, Yaomei’s ample curves were on full display.

Since the apocalypse began, one had to be wary of others. No one knew about his S-rank growth-type talent, and he wasn't arrogant enough to expose it right after his rebirth.

As an insider, Dong Qingchen felt that sooner or later, the Federation and the Alliance would stir up trouble in Antarctica.

During their interactions, he was reluctant to talk about himself or his family, becoming truly eloquent only when the subject turned to film. Perhaps it was this pure heart and passion for cinema that allowed him to produce one classic film after another.

"The trash will never understand the benefits technology brings; they only fear the unknown and the results they cannot control!" Lang Kun sneered, completely ignoring the pitch-black barrel of the gun pointed at him.

Another group coordinated with them to create chaos in the streets. Nearby civilians screamed and fled for their lives, leaving their path completely unobstructed.

As filming in the Magic City progressed day by day, February 24th arrived in a flash. Chen Yongren paused production and flew to the United States.

After killing the four men, the Golden Eagle unleashed another beam of golden light, blasting away the remaining targets.

He immediately converted his cultivation techniques and martial arts skills into experience points, which had now reached two hundred thousand.

Guardian Gauntlets of the Amitabha Buddha Palace: Defense +20, Block +5. As he channeled the soul-flash into them, the gauntlets weathered and crumbled into a pile of metallic dust.

Unlike the past, the common people lined the streets to welcome him this time, and the visiting officials nearly trampled the threshold of his temporary residence.

Although Su Chengying spoke dismissively, his heart was churning with turbulent waves. One could tell a master's skill the moment they struck.

The man sensed it instantly. The head hidden beneath the hood turned as if staring at Sun Shining. After one look, for some unknown reason, he withdrew his hand instead of delivering a lethal blow. He hoisted the person up and leaped away, transforming under the moonlight into a giant ink-colored roc, vanishing into the deeper shadows.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!" Once again, a violent shock originated from his heart, surging through his entire body. The already chaotic power intensified, making his frame feel as if it were on the verge of collapse. Had he not just replaced his gears, he would have already fallen to the ground.

"Are you fucking threatening me?" Nanfang Bubai flared up. Damn it, why did these guild members always try to scare him with this lately? They were truly the worst batch he had ever led.

But she only felt comfortable for a brief moment before her body began to change. Her every petal started to fall off, and an unprecedented pain radiated to every corner of her being.

Just as they were on the phone, Zhao Zilong and Zhang Jin stopped moving forward, turning around to stroll leisurely back the way they came. The long serpent of cars followed behind them, also creeping along at a leisurely pace.

One had to understand that her boyfriend was a veteran in this business; even doctors couldn't immediately tell if his staged injuries were real or fake. What right did this guy have?

Function: A hairpin crafted in the image of a crescent moon, seemingly racing toward the fullness of a waxing moon, evoking a sense of hope in those who behold it. The craftsmanship originates from an ancient, mysterious village that can no longer be found.

The two bailiffs exchanged glances, their faces turning pale. They dared not doubt that the young man before them was using someone else's property to intimidate them.

However, if it wasn't some incurable disease, he could at least go back and ask his brother to see if he could handle it.