Chapter 20: The People of Jinling Have Not Forgotten!

“Grandpa, Grandma, you two don’t need to keep busy—just have a quick bite,” Zhang Liang urged again as he watched the elderly couple bustling around.
“Go sit on the heated brick bed, it’s warm there,” Grandma Zhang gently nudged her grandson. Her eldest grandson hardly ever came home; she wanted him to enjoy something nice at least once.
By the stove, Zhang Miao coughed and coughed as she added more firewood. Her little face was blackened by the smoke.
“Oh dear, my little one, stop adding wood or you’ll burn the mat on the bed!”
“Grandma...”
The next day, just as Hailan had said, Lele saw the newspaper and the news. The farce Wang Mei caused yesterday was quickly edited and spread widely throughout H City. Wang Mei’s father received a summons from the court. The shock left him reeling, and after barely recovering, he fainted again.
There was sound on the footage too: everyone could clearly hear what Leng Hanxiao and Yin Zhiyi said. They also saw how she had spent the past few days at the Leng family home—cooking, cleaning, doing laundry for Leng Qingyi—just like a servant.

A faint smile played at Hailan’s lips. Lele and Moxuan couldn’t quite figure it out, but they had the feeling her smile was full of calculation.
Looking at the text message he’d composed, Qiao Muchen didn’t feel like he was cursing himself at all. Instead, he waited calmly for a reply.
Daoguang clutched the arm Yu Zinuo had bitten and gave a bitter smile. “Master, the one trying to kill you here isn’t me—it’s someone else.” With that, Daoguang jerked his chin coldly behind Yu Zinuo.
“How could a perfectly good prescription just go missing?” After sending away yet another clueless doctor, I couldn’t help complaining that Zhize was far too careless—my patience was at its end.
“Whether it’s man or ghost, it’ll appear when the time comes. What you should do now is spare that plate of pastries in front of you!” Qiao Muchen looked with some sympathy at the mangled pastries that had been ravaged by Cancan.
“Be satisfied for what?!” For some reason, when Chu Jinglan heard my words she suddenly exploded in anger. Her furious face forced me to retreat again and again—if not for the fence behind me, she would have chased me right into the lake.
Old Master Lian, body trembling with rage, turned and left. He opened his car door and drove off in a foul mood.
Yet a moment later, she still explained everything that had happened to her in detail. She knew that strength lay in numbers, and she wanted to learn more about this world—doing it alone would be too troublesome.
As a result, less than two minutes into the match, Zhang was struck in the chest by his opponent’s elbow and fell to the ground, defeated. Hu, who had practiced tai chi for fifteen years, lasted just forty seconds before Muay Thai boxer Bayou used the ropes for momentum, landed a right elbow to his temple, and knocked him out cold.
Seeing no one around, Liangcai quickly used his shapeshifting powers. In the blink of an eye, his appearance transformed completely.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Chu Xiaoye heard footsteps. He suddenly realized that the area had become filled with a swarm of shadowy figures dressed in black.
He had originally been worried about funding for the martial arts school, but a single Smith had solved so many problems for him.
“A match is just about knocking down your opponent, right? Isn’t that how all your bouts go?” Li Shen asked, puzzled.
Standing behind Hu Pingtao, Wang Gui kept recording with his law enforcement camera. Hearing this, he couldn’t help raising a hand to his forehead and letting out a faint sigh.
But staring too much could easily be misunderstood, and he might be mistaken for someone with ulterior motives—an outcome not worth the risk.
Ye Xiang, however, paid no mind to any of this. He never went through a second atavism because he was waiting for Ye Ying.
The staff member nodded with a smile, made a few quick adjustments, and displayed a new list on the screen beside them.
“He just wants to help—there’s no bad intention,” Ata said gently. She actually felt a certain fondness for these mages, whose temperament resembled Cheese’s, even though she knew they might well be harming her own people.