Chapter 54: Quetta

Serena Hotel, located in Quetta, the capital of Balochistan Province in southwestern Pakistan.

"The ambassador and delegation will arrive in two days. I trust I don’t need to spell out what needs to be done?" Tong Wanxin glanced at the men installing equipment, issuing a reminder.

"Don’t worry. Once we’re finished, we’ll take a stroll around," Zhang Liang said, clapping his hands after helping Cong Xuefei set up several screens. Job done.

"What surprises me, though, is that we’re actually staying here directly," he added. According to their old routine, they should’ve found someplace with a good vantage point nearby.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Li Zixiao’s phone rang. He pulled it out to see Liu Wei’s name on the screen.

Ahem, it sounded almost like they’d just committed some unspeakable act and were now preparing to split the spoils. Perhaps this was Old Blind Man’s reason for choosing this hidden place, away from the light of day.

Liang Yan felt as if she’d swallowed a fly—her stomach churned with disgust. She truly didn’t want to spend another moment here.

"Yang Dingtian, the 'Divine Blood Breaking Realm Pill' has been refined, but whether it works for the Peak Ascension stage remains unknown. Do you dare to try it?" Old Yin spoke without lifting his eyelids, his words quiet but weighty.

After more than ten minutes of busy work, the pleasant sound of the bell signaled the end of class. Soon, several teachers entered the office in succession.

"Please have Director Qian Qiyue come to my office," Yang Jiazheng’s voice was calm, but beneath it lay thunderous force. She could only hope Qian Qiyue would fend for herself. "Alright, I understand," came the reply, the sound of her own voice breaking.

Qi Mingfei flew dozens of yards before landing in the snow, his feet sliding for more than ten yards before he finally came to a stop.

Yang Jiahua was excited. If he remembered correctly, this was the first time Qian Qiyue had initiated an invitation since they’d confirmed their relationship. How could he refuse? He immediately agreed, and Qian Qiyue raised her brows, smiling faintly.

He swung his sword, but when the two clashed, Yang Chen felt a tremor in his arm, a slight numbness. At that moment, the opponent’s long sleeves proved even harder than steel. Yang Chen believed that any ordinary magic weapon would shatter instantly at her blow.

The old man gestured with a slight wave and led Yang Chen into the mansion. Seeing the clan chief return with a stranger, the people inside furrowed their brows and stared at Yang Chen for a long while.

During these two weeks, Chen Wushuang left the Tower of Heaven once. He boosted the energy in the Mirror of Sighs to a thousand layers and drove the Hundred Battles Chen Clan and the Nethergate to frantically collect ancient spiritual artifacts.

Everyone met up in Chang’an. The students excused themselves, saying, "We won’t disturb the master and grandmaster’s private time." The two returned to their home, Cold Bamboo Court. In their room, they displayed their intimacy level, while the player switched to the game screen.

Ou Ze knew Can Can’s pride, and that someone as proud as her would certainly not wish to see him at this moment. Thus, he could only agree.

[World] Red Red Red Carrot: The first strike was made by Dumpling! If you’re slow to act, don’t blame others for grabbing the monster! Is Silk Cave your private property? Fox spirit turned spider spirit?

The group of thugs’ faces twitched, and Qin Shuangyue couldn’t help but have a black line appear on her forehead. Yet there was no anger in her eyes, only a solemn expression.

The people they met at the amusement park café turned out to be Black Tea, Green Tea, Red Red Red Carrot, White White White Carrot, and Counterclockwise Clock. Upon learning each other’s identities in the game, they didn’t converse much further, simply exchanged contact information.

Upon hearing this, the words echoed in Han Qiu’s ears, and a flash of insight made him finally recognize the middle-aged white man before him.

This was a concern for everyone: now they were all local tyrants, ruling their territories. If powerful figures from other domains arrived, they’d have no choice but to submit.

The silver-armored elder had no time to react and was blasted thousands of kilometers away, vanishing from sight.

The body in his arms twisted suddenly—especially Sun Yuanyuan’s alluring figure—which stirred a wicked fire in Wu Kuang’s heart.