Chapter 13: An Elegant "Assassination"

Zhang Liang walked briskly down the street in plain clothes, appearing just like any ordinary office worker.
"Wait, are you sure about this plan? I can't afford to get caught..."
After all, this was the capital, and Bai Ming's scheme was rather audacious—how could he not be uneasy?
"Don't worry, we've already spoken with the Bosnian government. As long as you aren't arrested on the spot, they won't pursue you afterwards," Wan Xiaoling replied casually from the base. Whenever they carried out missions abroad, they usually gave the local security departments a heads-up.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yushu could sense Guo Honglei's pride and contentment. She smiled, but soon felt a flush of embarrassment, reminding herself that the second young master wasn't complimenting her, but rather the late Miss Jiang.
She wasn’t even sure what she was afraid of—was she worried he’d be displeased again, or furrow his brow once more?
As for his resolve to “train” at a subordinate unit, aside from the broader trend of downsizing and the belief that “every land can nurture its own,” an accidental encounter with an elderly man there six months ago was a decisive factor in his commitment.
Even knowing these were words of comfort from Fifth Brother, Xie Zhi still found them soothing. She smiled brightly at Qin Hong, replying, “Alright.” At that moment, the morning light was gentle, bathing Xie Zhi in its glow—her skin shimmered like clouds at dawn, her beauty radiant and incomparable.
When Wei Limu entered, he saw her lying on her side facing inward and assumed they were asleep, since just before he came in, Madam Huang had said both women were napping in the dormitory.
“No need to be so formal. You were injured in the line of duty; on behalf of the authorities, I must offer my regards,” Zhuang Song said, anxious and agitated, a blister at the corner of his mouth, his folding fan never leaving his hand.
“Master Basile, I only wish to express my sincerity in cooperation—I ask for nothing else. The palace is hosting a lavish exhibition in France these days; if you hurry, you might still have a chance to witness the glory of the scepter,” Bai Feifei said with a gentle laugh.
A mouthful of blood sprayed directly at Liuli—an arrow sharp enough to pierce her protective blue aura. How could a rabbit withstand such force?
Just as Lei Tian had predicted, the entrance to Magic Class A was crowded with rookies from Martial Skills Class One, all squeezing together.
“I’ve always considered you my own brother. Why be so polite with me?” From the beginning of their journey together, that familiar feeling had helped her settle in, gradually growing closer to him, a sentiment beyond description.
“Princess, the Lady is so sensible and considerate now—you can rest easy,” Madam Zeng, who had served Princess Anyang for decades, naturally understood her thoughts.
These traitors had terrible luck; unable to resist, they could only rise shakily and follow after Wu Yi.
Bear in mind, while the total number of radio requests isn’t entirely fixed, it doesn’t vary much—after all, a station can’t play only one song all day. If one song is requested frequently, it monopolizes airtime, leaving no room for others.
Yuan Lie exuded overwhelming force, pushing the Desolate Divine Scripture to its limits, yet he still gained no advantage against the middle-aged man’s blade. The man’s swordplay was uncanny—Yuan Lie could never predict where the next flash would come from, leaving him thoroughly suppressed and battered.
Iga Yu understood as well: today’s duel was a deadlock that allowed only victory, not defeat. He’d resorted to some underhanded tricks to learn Wu Yi’s current state, which eased his worries considerably.
“Hahaha, so much grain—we’ll have enough to last us months!” Wu Wei’s teammates broke into smiles at the sight of the food supplies.
She had no idea she was about to shoulder and complete more than half the work of “creating” this song.
Watson knew that with Qu Ling’er’s beauty, trouble was never far away. He felt a twinge of annoyance for those self-important cultivators, but in Huazhou, such types were all too common—always convinced their backgrounds made them invincible, carrying themselves with an arrogant air.