Chapter 131: Is It Really That Casual?

The conflict between Mossad and the Ministry of State Security of China has effectively become an open secret within the intelligence community. Many onlookers are baffled, as there appear to be no fundamental conflicts of interest between the two sides. Why, then, have they suddenly clashed, and why does the situation show signs of further escalation?

"Still unable to track down that team causing chaos everywhere?" Isaac stared at the intelligence just received from As-Suwaydiya, a headache forming. "They are undoubtedly an elite unit. Their personnel quality and maneuverability are both exceptional. Our people are struggling to both counter the enemy..."

With a perfect pivot, a graceful command of the stage, and a voice that modulated with effortless ease, every word and gesture she made mirrored the stories she had once heard from the older girls—stories she had initially scoffed at, yet now found herself secretly yearning to emulate.

Silence descended upon the area. Even Momochi Onikiri, a master of assassination, could not detect a single presence other than his own. Yet, his instinct for danger warned him that the opponent had not departed. Could this truly be the full power of the Konoha Demon Blade? Had I grown that old?

As Jia Sidao spoke, Li Shiyun looked at him with her bright, limpid eyes, a playful glint of teasing in her gaze. It was as if she were saying, "So, even you have times when you don't know something, don't you?"

However, the light in the doctor's eyes faded rapidly, for a dark bullet hole had appeared on his forehead. The bullet had entered through the front and exited through the back of his skull, piercing both the mecha and the doctor's body.

The old fox tried to lunge again, but Huang Tianchou grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. The old fox immediately began to wheeze, his breathing shallow, and his eyes quickly grew dim and lifeless. I hurriedly told Huang Tianchou to let go; there were still too many unresolved matters, and I feared that if Huang used too much force, he might accidentally kill the old fox.

"I understand that perfectly well. Since I have made my decision, the Assassin Guild will no longer tolerate my presence," the Demon Child replied.

Those who entered were Liu Xi, Gu Kecheng, Ren Weirong, and Ren Jiguang. Almost all the high-ranking generals of Pingyang Prefecture, with the exception of Dang Shousu, had arrived. As they stepped in, a chilling aura swept through the room, making the temperature in the great hall seem to drop by several degrees.

I stood to the side, speechless. You risked your life to escape just because of this? What exactly is your take on marriage? Or did your father set such a poor example at home? I am becoming curious to meet your family. Tell me, do you happen to have an overbearing mother?

Ye Ling did not even move, seemingly ignoring the brown wolf entirely. But when the sharp blade was only inches from his body, the brown wolf could not advance a single fraction, its entire body frozen as if locked in place.

After dressing and washing up, I hopped on my electric scooter and headed to work. I wanted to bring the good news to the company and have a serious talk with Liang Hao and Meng Long about Wang Xue. I didn't know if Wang Xue was still at the company, but the mere thought of her filled me with lingering fear, followed by an overwhelming sense of rage.

Zhao Xizhen received the message from Wanzhi and knew she had escaped. The two of them sat in the car.

The pleasant features of Yanbei Yunjing were momentarily replaced by a look of malice. It was a fleeting expression, yet it was caught by Chen Chuchu, who had been looking around out of sheer boredom.

As for the two schemes she used to make Yanbei Yunting fall into the water, she never regretted them. First, she was a person who took responsibility for her actions; second, she had never forgotten that Yanbei Yunting had disfigured her.

He hadn't expected to use so much force; he managed to break free from the zombie, but it lunged at Chen Ke. The two tumbled into the doorway, and Chen Ke slammed the door shut.

The man had such a powerful physical body; if he were any better at fighting, his fate would likely be no better than that of the thug.

Qian Chi had been waiting by the door, listening for movement outside, and when he first heard Ruan Chichi's voice, he thought he was hallucinating.

However, most Grass-type spirits have relatively gentle temperaments. Rarely do you find wild spirits that are violent or initiate attacks against humans or other spirits, as they only need to consume grass or perform photosynthesis to replenish their energy and nutrients.