Chapter 133: Winning Without Effort

Bang, bang, bang! Rat-tat-tat!

Although the three CIA tactical teams had suddenly lost contact with headquarters, they did not panic. Instead, while assigning personnel to remain vigilant and observe their surroundings, they continued with their mission.

"Timmy, J, wrap this up as quickly as possible. Something isn't right."

Peak, the leader of Hunter Team One, warned his teammates on either side with a grim tone over his headset.

Their individual radios were still functional, but long-range communications and drone signals had been severed. This was definitely a bad sign.

"The target is proving to be a bit tricky."

Young people love excitement. When Li Yuan heard again that Xu Yiming wanted to hire his car to track down Zhang Dabiao's whereabouts, his face filled with enthusiasm.

Regardless, the man in the black robe was a master at the Heavenly Master realm. Therefore, even with such a direct, head-on assault, Mu Tianchen did not gain much of an advantage.

"Damn it, why am I always the one running errands?" Having just returned from handling a task, Dapeng lay on the sofa in frustration and muttered.

"Heh, chop it, just chop it! What use is such a useless apprentice to an old man like me?" Who would have thought that Dugu Tianfeng would urge him on nonchalantly while devouring his meal?

Seeing the cutter stop, Elder He and Elder Ji stepped forward to examine the exposed jade. Perhaps because they couldn't see it clearly, Elder He wiped it with his hand.

Time drifted by, and the moon climbed high. Bathed in moonlight, the youth on the grass fell into a quiet slumber with a faint smile on his lips. It felt as if he were resting in his mother's embrace.

I found myself in a difficult position; on one side was my ideal, and on the other, the expectations the instructor had for me.

"Huh?" A low gasp of surprise sounded from the void. The attacker was clearly shocked by Ma Jianyao's rapid reaction, and even more astonished that his sharp dagger had failed to pierce Ma Jianyao's skin. Could his skin really be tougher than alloy?

The Demon Tiger did not know what kind of figure this was, but Li Ming was determined to have his revenge, no matter what. He dared to act in the underworld of Mo Shan Village.

Ye Tian’s expression grew stern. Liu Kun’s words were well-taken. Although "Qin Feng" primarily held power within the military, it would be effortless for him to plant a few spies within the police system.

The Emperor gazed at Luoyu, then turned his head to look at the people in the room, from Consort De to Consort Qing, then to Lady Xiao, Lady Ju, Lady He, Lady Xu, Beauty Cao, Beauty Xie, Lady Gao, and finally, Yao Chuxi.

"Not good, someone is crashing the place!" A guard shouted, his mouth agape. Crashing the place was a common catchphrase for those living on the edge. But no sooner had the words left his mouth than a sharp dagger pierced his chest without resistance. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Hmph, useless trash, I'll do it myself!" The man in black stepped forward, intending to lift the curtain. He hesitated instinctively for a moment, but ultimately, not daring to act rashly, he slashed the curtain with his sword. The scene inside the carriage was suddenly revealed.

Tian Yue was finding it increasingly difficult to cope. Tian Shu grass was his nemesis; Shi Yin had placed countless amounts of it in the incense burner within the great hall, and its colorless and odorless scent was extremely difficult to detect. He had assumed Shi Yin would poison the tea, never imagining the enemy would use that merely as a distraction.

For dinner, a Buddha Jumps Over the Wall was placed in the center. The aroma was intoxicating and the preparation incredibly complex, yet Yao Chuxi did not seem particularly fond of the dish.

With so much jewelry, Yao Chuxi, Luoyu, and the others picked and chose all morning without settling on what to wear. In the end, it took one word from Head Attendant Han to decide on the pearls.

"The First Saint of the Lower Cultivation Realm!" Upon hearing these words, Mr. Hu’s eyes flickered. He had reached the Divine Ability stage many years ago but had been unable to advance to the Half-Saint level. He knew well the difficulty of breaking through; given his capabilities, unless he encountered a special opportunity, it would be hard to reach sainthood even with top-tier spiritual pills.

Wang Xuemei lay half-prone, her hands resting on a large tree, her rounded, perky buttocks raised high.