Chapter 53: My Treat, Your Bill

“How is it?”

“The recovery is good. There shouldn’t be any lasting effects.”

Wang Xu glanced at the wound, then changed Zhang Liang’s dressing one last time.

“Now you can show off again.”

Standing nearby, Zhen Ye bumped fists with his partner. More than a month of confinement had nearly driven this guy mad.

“I, Hu Hansan, have returned at full strength!”

Once Wang Xu finished tending to his scabbed wound, Zhang Liang let out a loud howl.

“Keep it down, you startled me.”

Zhen—

“No, nothing happened.” Fang He denied it flatly; he’d seen everything in the fitting room thanks to his x-ray vision, but saying it aloud would be too embarrassing. As for Han Shaolong, even though their time in White Tiger City had been brief, they understood him well.

Time passed. Sun Cheng spent the whole morning practicing, growing increasingly proficient in the changes of the footwork, though the actual results were limited.

On the chaotic streets, a group of people waved flyers and shouted slogans, preaching to those around them.

That day, Hong Wu and Nangong Jade buried the Life Stone among the rocks. The two transformed into fleeting shadows, slipping into the wild woods like phantoms.

It was Sun Cheng’s first time seeing his family’s mortal enemy up close. The man wore brocade robes, his figure slender, but under his soaring sword-like brows, his eagle eyes shone with extraordinary spirit—a true heroic figure.

The pain was excruciating. Only Wade, being a tough guy, could force himself to endure; anyone else would have given up long ago.

He glanced at Three Dog. Their minds were in sync. No need for what was in the cellar—just haul up two fresh jars. The old man preferred that fiery sensation.

“Come on, running away just because he lost? That’s so shameless. Don’t movies say ghosts fight people to the death? So fake.” Fang He, now calm and confident with his trump card, felt much more at ease, no longer afraid.

“Sigh, no chance to witness Xiaoyue and Shaochen’s dazzling swordplay together… What a pity!” Jian Mo hugged her phone, mumbling as she read the news.

Qi Tongwei pressed his hand down, and upon hearing the news, all the rookies present were excited.

Among the Ghost Assault Team, aside from the three from the reconnaissance unit, the others whispered among themselves in private.

Li Jingxi wondered who had sent Gu Beichen a message. Just as she was feeling curious, she heard Gu Beichen say, “I’ll find you tomorrow…” and then he strode away.

With these two treasures, Qi Tongwei’s laundry was fully protected—no one dared meddle with his clothes.

Wan Qi Wujian arched an eyebrow, noticing the rebelliousness Ye Guilan displayed before him, rivaling even Wu Gui.

His tone was calm, but there was a provocative edge to it. Bao Chun glanced sideways, and sure enough, the man’s veins bulged in anger.

Though her efforts were a drop in the bucket, she wanted to do her part for the disaster victims. The supplies she’d purchased needed reliable people to deliver them, and though she’d intended to go herself, Lu Lin’er volunteered to take her place.

But they knew themselves: in this society, money is everything, and they had nothing. Demolition was their only chance.

Ye Guilan knew well how brutal the hunt in the World of Warcraft was. No matter how powerful a beast, it would eventually fall to another’s hand. There’s no strongest—only stronger.

“Arrogant? Today I am not arrogant, but out for blood.” Lin Fan declared fiercely, flames of energy swirling around his body. Though not yet a demigod, his power surged towards the heavens, shaking the earth and sky.

“Don’t call me. My big brother is dead, my sister-in-law is gone. I want to use my strength for vengeance, but how can I fight the Demon God with what I have now? Forget it.” The old beggar pulled out another tattered biscuit, sat in the corner, eating dejectedly.