Are you harder to pin down than a New Year's sacrificial pig?

It was evident that the person who fired the rocket-propelled grenade had remarkable precision. The room in the courtyard that should have belonged to one of the guards had been reduced to ruins, and the same fate had befallen a room on the first floor of the three-story building.

More importantly, the surveillance system throughout the entire building was largely disabled by the blast, providing immense convenience for the three intruders to infiltrate.

Puff, puff.

A few fatal bullets flew out from the darkness, instantly striking down a sentinel guarding the first-floor stairway. Following this, three heavily armed men wearing night-vision goggles rapidly swarmed in through the front gate, remaining vigilant.

In short, whenever Chen Wei went out nowadays, he would find himself overwhelmingly popular, constantly feeling the watchful gazes of others wherever he went.

If they wanted to save Zhou Yusheng, someone still needed to go to the scene in person to check on his physical condition.

After undergoing such an ordeal, Shen Yunchu had long lost any mood for a stroll. After tidying up slightly, she took Shen Sishi and returned to the banquet venue.

Only a dim light flickered inside the breakfast shop, and the streetlights and neon signs outside blurred Zhou Rui's vision.

This was a topic Zhuang Youjie had lectured on not long ago, and he never expected it to come in handy now.

In other words, no matter which wooden ball Zhu Xinnian drew, the one he would ultimately end up with would always be number fifty-five.

The Grand Preceptor's decree drove the prices of cold-weather gear plummeting to rock bottom, even affecting the counties surrounding the capital city.

Person B was the one sitting at the office desk. After drinking the potion, she felt something was wrong with her body, and though she struggled to get up, she ultimately collapsed heavily to the ground.

They say a gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years, but only a few days had passed since their feud began—surely it wasn't too late to exact revenge now, right?

She would then pin the blame on Jiang Zhi, claiming that Jiang Zhi had not given her the gift with genuine intentions and had deliberately dropped and broken it.

Jian Liang paid no attention to Song Beiyi, because she believed that as long as Song Qingfu did not go mad, Song Beiyi would not cause any trouble for her.

Xia Wei awkwardly picked up a towel to wipe her hands, straightened her slightly loose wig, and took a sip of her drink to mask her guilty conscience.

"Since you're all here, let's resolve some matters once and for all." Jian Liang continued walking inward and sat straight down on the sofa.

Lin Ya had no idea that even an extraordinary person would likely not dare to provoke her lightly. After all, she had those two elders backing her up, and now, yet another elder had been added to the mix—who would dare provoke her?

At this critical juncture, Zheng An was dead, leaving Zheng Xun as the only remaining bloodline of the Zheng family. Yet Zheng Cheng could so easily harbor a murderous intent against him—how ruthless and cold-blooded.

"Let's calculate: we have to walk more than a hundred and fifty kilometers every day, and we must ensure we stay on the right course. If we make even a single mistake, all our previous efforts will truly go to waste," Dai Feng said with a forced smile.

Out of caution, Su Ling and Li Qi held their tongues, walking forward with light footsteps. They had expected to encounter all sorts of demons and monsters, but to their surprise, the journey remained completely normal. Not a single spatial rift existed outside—this turned out to be a place with exceptionally stable space.

Hearing this, Su Ling paused for a moment and couldn't help laughing, thinking to herself how shameless this uncle was. The four of them had intended to come to the continent's premier academy anyway, yet he made it sound as though he were the one arranging their admission.

As the words fell, Jiang Wushi held out her hand. "Two taels of silver." Upon hearing the sum of two taels of silver, Jiang Mushi instantly felt a pang of heartache.

Hearing this voice, all the onlookers wore expressions of sheer disbelief. Apart from His Holiness the Pontiff, who else could possibly possess such a distinctive voice?

Zheng Zhuoyi helped Yun Piaopiao sit down in the VIP seat, and then cradled the bouquet of yellow tulips with both hands against his chest.

"Ranran, I don't like this friend of yours. Send her away," Situ Qi commanded harshly to Situ Ran, then turned around and slammed the bedroom door behind him.

At 8:45 in the morning, Xia Huiyang finally caught sight of Zhiyan. She was carrying Ruoxi out, and trailing closely behind her was that fellow Ling Yichen, who was carrying Tianyou in his arms as well.

Jueling wore a solemn expression and bent his knees to kneel, but Heavenly Lord Miaole gently nodded, summoned his horsetail whisk, and with a slight flick, lifted Jueling back to his feet.