Chapter 130: For Heaven's Sake, Show Some Humanity

Suwayda, the capital of As-Suwayda Governorate in Syria.

Despite its status as a provincial capital, Suwayda is essentially a small border town with a population of only about 400,000, primarily composed of Druze people who adhere to the Orthodox faith.

Zhang Liang and his companions were resting in this frontier town, having arrived overnight after a grueling journey.

"Ah, that feels better."

Whale sat up from the single bed and stretched.

"I’m telling you guys..."

He turned his head toward the adjacent room, but suddenly fell silent, secretly pulling out his phone instead.

After two months of traveling through dust and grit, they had arrived at Daming Prefecture much faster than they had on their way out.

Wang Hou’s heart skipped a beat: Master One-Needle? Could it be Zhang One-Needle? Does someone here know Zhang One-Needle? Why does this person’s voice sound so familiar? As the footsteps drew closer, Wang Hou decided to wait and see. He lay on his side facing outward, shielding Li Zhixian behind him, his eyes narrowed as he watched the space outside.

"Didn't you say you had prepared two baskets and left them in the kitchen?" Black Diamond looked at White Diamond with such astonishment, as if uncovering a monumental lie.

Nanny Lan was no ordinary servant in the Prince's mansion; for her to be in such a state of panic, the person involved must have an extraordinary status.

She reflexively withdrew her gaze and followed the sound, only to see Mao Xia collapse to the ground. At the same moment, a ragged figure darted away like a gust of wind, vanishing into the surging crowd in the blink of an eye.

She stared at He Changdi, dumbfounded, never imagining that this stubborn man would ever offer an apology.

Since they were all traveling with the same company, passengers only needed to hold the tickets they had just purchased, with no need to buy them again.

Around the table, everyone except Yu Jiao, the third senior of Wudang, looked expectant upon hearing that hundreds of thousands of people would attend the Grand Assembly, and that high-ranking monks would be preaching the Dharma during the religious sessions.

On April 7, 2006, my life became like a dream, with more and more things exceeding my comprehension, surpassing my imagination, and crossing my psychological boundaries.

Beyond that, there was one thing that deeply puzzled me—I don’t know why, but when I woke up, I felt a chill in my lower body; my underwear was gone. Moreover, if I sniffed carefully, I could smell that all-too-familiar, rotting stench in the air.

Seeing the room with its somewhat exotic decor, Yun Mu, now fully conscious, felt a sense of familiarity. As a visitor in this dream, he drifted outside like a ghost and saw the name of the hotel.

Once Suzaku gained prominence and was scouted by Lloyd to become a spare part for Lancelot, her status changed; she would no longer need to learn these things.

Upon hearing that the Ministry of Personnel was in charge of the punishment, the Prefect and the others were overjoyed. It certainly meant they wouldn't be beheaded; perhaps it would just be a demotion or dismissal. In any case, it was a hundred times better than being thrown into the imperial prison to await sentencing by the Three Judicial Offices, which could lead to execution or even the extermination of their entire families.

"I have business to attend to, so I'm leaving. Remember, even if you kill a centaur while fleeing, you are not to eat it. I will inspect the corpses when I return; if one is missing, I’ll break one of your legs." Jiang Feng looked at Duoduo Lu with icy eyes, a crimson flame dancing in his pupils, causing Duoduo Lu to shiver involuntarily.

After thinking it through, Yun Mu took it as a lesson and became more cautious: in the future, when encountering certain situations, it wasn't always necessary to resort to illegal means; it might be better to try using more appropriate methods.

"I've always thought so too! Sister Wan truly understands me!" Zheng Bao hurriedly boasted.

Compared to the enthusiasm sparked in Lin Zeyuan, Wang Zijun was equally engaged. This face-to-face conversation with Lin Zeyuan felt fresh, and he learned quite a bit, feeling he had benefited greatly.

When the car arrived at a restaurant teeming with vehicles outside, as arranged by Chen Daxiang, Ye Zetao shook his head. Chen Daxiang had always been ostentatious and simply loved places like this.