127. Cui Lang’s Death Wish (Please Subscribe!)

"Impossible! A mutated leopard with speed so swift that we cannot even discern its shadows must be at least a Hippo-class beast!"

Mutated leopards are masters of speed. They possess running capabilities one tier above their own combat level. For instance, a Brown Bear-class leopard possesses the speed of a Tiger-class warrior, while a Tiger-class leopard moves with the speed of a Hippo-class warrior. Thus, Wen Tao, Cui Lang, and Cui Hao were unable to perceive the blurred movements of the creature.

"I have a friend who is the CEO of a publicly traded real estate company. He is incredibly wealthy, but he has cancer. He doesn't dare to go public with it, fearing that news of his illness would cause stock market volatility, or that hostile forces might seize the opportunity to launch an attack and force a takeover or bankruptcy," Chen Jingyang remarked.

Li Youyou smiled faintly. With her keen intellect, she could naturally discern Liu Wen’s ulterior motives. Even if she wasn’t entirely sure whether he was truly drunk, creating an opportunity for the two of them was a trivial effort.

Some arrived alone, while others brought their elders along by flight. Seeing this, Lin Yumeng realized that some were so frail they could barely walk. Their only weapon on the battlefield would be self-detonation, and they were merely waiting for that final moment, having sealed themselves away in a deep slumber.

Back then, Lu Liufang had covered for Ye San and the Lin family, which earned her Ye San’s unwavering loyalty. However, she was left to bear the reputation of having failed to frame Madam Lin.

"I have stronger people here protecting me! You don’t need to worry! Call me once you get home!" Li Xi spoke into the phone with deep sisterly affection, while Su Nan sat in a chair inside the CEO’s office.

The sea breeze, carrying the scent of the waves, gently stirred the clothes of Xiao Yunfei and Liu Qing. Xiao Yunfei had successfully helped Liu Qing overcome the shadows and knots in her heart. Persuaded by her, he abandoned the thought of turning back to settle scores with Liu Fushou, and the two returned to the car together.

Ye San grew panicked. He was terrified that Ye Luhuan might mention that name; for either of them, it would be a source of immense pain.

"Grand-uncle-master, we are ready to go down," Lu Linlang said, supporting Lin Yixian. But Lin Yixian dared not let go, clinging tightly to the railing. It took a firm effort from Lu Linlang to pry his hands away.

"I am not on the same path as you! Do not try to claim any connection!" Xiao Yunfei said coldly. His head throbbed, and he found himself thinking of the three-way battle from the previous night.

He suddenly recalled how, when he had infiltrated the Zixia Manor to vie for the position of Hall Master, he had manipulated a copper coin to extinguish five candle flames before it flew back into his hand. He could certainly try that now; there was no life-threatening danger, and at worst, failure would only earn a chuckle from the middle-aged Taoist.

"Heh, of course I wouldn't dare miss it. Since the Princess has extended an invitation, how could I, this Prince, dare not attend?" Mo Xingchen said, stripping off his outer robes with a charming, seductive smile as he approached.

Blake claimed it wouldn't require too much power, but only Wang Ting knew the true extent of the hardship involved.

Only the red lanterns hanging high above flickered, casting a quiet light upon every blade of grass and tree in the manor.

The incessant, chaotic sounds of impact continued for over a minute before gradually slowing, growing weak, and finally fading into total silence.

"You were the one who helped me back last night, weren't you? Thank you. I’ll buy you a drink sometime to show my appreciation," Huo Sang said, appearing quite earnest.

Once the three of them had bound Ye Se and departed, Lin Zixuan and the others immediately entered the room, untied the ropes from Ye Se, and allowed him to shout out at the most critical moment.

The once-majestic Emperor’s Palace, having endured the battle, was now a scene of devastation. Not only had the surrounding walls collapsed, but the main hall was also teetering, half of it already reduced to rubble.

Gu Jia truly could not fathom it; somehow, Lord Gu Fourth had taken a fancy to a military commander, and that was not even counting his decision to marry off Gu Lu to him.

Even if she were to take the entire family fortune as a dowry and empty the entire He manor, Magistrate He would not even knit his brows.