Chapter 132: Our Support

Amidst the lush mountains and forests, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting patches of light and shadow. A gentle breeze stirred, carrying the fresh scent of trees.

Swish, swish—

Several figures darted swiftly through the forest. Minutes later, another group caught up, scouring the surroundings before quickly pursuing the ones ahead.

For a long time, both parties had been chasing each other through these woods, their faces etched with exhaustion. Yet, neither showed any sign of stopping, for this was their mission.

“Hunter Team One reporting, completed—”

Yue Yuqin seemed somewhat satisfied with Su Mo Han’s reply. She said nothing more and simply stepped out of the cave.

Lin Banxia remained silent, biting her lip tightly as she tried to withdraw her palm. Yet, He Ruo Jin forcibly held her hand down and took the earring from her grasp.

Zuo Ci stuffed a large sack of gold into a bundle—twice as big as the old man’s box—and tossed it onto the road, leaving everyone else only able to swallow hard in astonishment.

To those in the know, the champion of this battle had become of little consequence.

From afar, the forest was still blanketed in silver white, but no frost or snow fell from the sky anymore.

Originally, Zuo Ci was confident his identity would remain hidden. But the recent dramatic turn of events was truly terrifying—his identity had been exposed.

“...” Pei Chi Yu choked, instinctively opening his mouth to speak, then forced the words back down. He pursed his lips and hummed softly, deciding to say no more.

Of course, the Martial Sovereign Sect pursued them, but DK had made preparations beforehand. After two or three days, they finally shook off their pursuers.

When Yu Liu spoke, Wei Cao basically understood the nature of the grudge between himself and Yang Jiguang—clearly, it was a matter of a wife being taken. Yet, this grievance was less severe than others because the “wife” had strayed first.

The strength of a family-style empire lay in its strong cohesion and centripetal force. But its drawbacks were equally clear—conservatism and exclusivity. Thus, according to the prior plan, Lin Tao did not intend to linger here, planning only to resupply briefly before heading straight into the Byzantine Empire.

Lin Jinhong nodded. “Very well! Go make a call to alert the authorities.” Zhou Meng nodded and stepped outside, opening the door.

Chu Huajin’s vitality had been drained by secret medicines recently. With notable skill, Zeng Ting’s nanny pulled hard, causing Chu Huajin to stagger and tumble to the ground, unable to rise for some time.

The changes in the spaceship were subtle, but from their position outside, they could see everything clearly.

Fist issued the final command, then severed all contact with them, leaving them to act as they wished while he stood aloof, watching coldly.

Resolving to be cautious, Lin Tao decided to toy with these scoundrels a bit—to ensure they would never dare harass him again and, in a way, to avenge the previous Lin Tao.

By instinct, Zhou Liang felt his body tearing apart and reassembling, as if he glimpsed Lan Daogu, though his consciousness remained hazy.

Dong Jian chatted briefly with the family guardian immortal, then hurried to the RV, mentally planning how to tell Shan Yun and Li Na that he needed to step out.

Yan Mo’s heart suddenly sank into deep gloom—his attack had completely missed its mark.

As far as Zuo Gushao could see, his third brother lay on the ground with an angry expression, glaring fiercely ahead. At the same time, the corpse of Jiang Wubian, who should have been dead, was nowhere to be found. The situation was clear without words.

Of course Zhang Zhongjian knew who the Shark King was. Back then, even tied up hand and foot, he could easily defeat him—and he had once saved his life.

“Ling Mo, please don’t do this,” Ning Yuanlan said, feeling utterly ashamed, knowing nothing he said could make him happy.