Chapter 65: Going to Dubai?

“You three are going to Dubai?”

As soon as Tong Wanxin returned to the Karachi base, he looked curiously at the three men who had come to find him.

“Yes, we have a few days off, but it’s not really enough time to go home, so we thought we’d cross the sea and take a trip to Dubai,” Zhang Liang nodded. He had no desire to stay at the base—it was just too dull.

“Well, that’s fine, but did you ask Baiming and the others?” Tong Wanxin made no attempt to stop them. After all, it wasn’t far, and if they wanted to go, let them.

“We did. The two of them aren’t going. They said they want to take these couple of days to—”

Lu Tianyu was unlike any other merchant. He didn’t have the kind of superficial friends that others did. As a monopolist and a ruthless profiteer, he was hated to the bone by everyone. Even if you sent them an invitation, they might not come, and Lu Tianyu would never bother with such pointless gestures.

“Tch, then just keep hiding in your turtle shell, Aleister! Once I’ve destroyed the entire Academy City, it’ll be too late for you to come out!” After waiting a moment and seeing no response from Aleister, she continued onward, heading to the location of another board member.

With those words, Liu Chenggu left with a wave of his sleeve. Watching the emperor storm off in anger, Empress Dowager Li collapsed into a chair in despair. She had a bellyful of objections but nowhere to vent them, and once again she felt the chill of this long winter.

But all of that was nothing more than a fantasy! Reality is always reality. In the end, every illusion is shattered by the harsh and merciless truth.

So, if one wants to usher in a new beginning, the first thing to do is cut off all ties to the past. For instance, old lovers and the like.

When Liang Shiyi brought this up, he glanced at Yuan Shikai. Back at the end of the Qing dynasty, it was Yuan who supervised the “tax reform,” but just as it began, the President was sent packing.

As soon as the words left her lips, Su Yuqing felt her face flush with heat. Why did it sound so much like jealousy? No, she just wanted to mock him—that was the real reason.

Seeing Jiang Feng gravely wounded and unconscious, Phoebe, for the first time, realized how deeply anger could burrow into one’s soul and drive a person to madness.

A sigh escaped from Yuan Shikai’s throat. In that moment, he no longer looked the part of a usurper of the throne, but only a president weighed down with anxiety for his country and people.

“This trouble is yours to handle, but the outsider from the divine clan is mine. Understood?” Jiang Feng said darkly.

This club belonged to the He family and was a regular spot for their old gatherings and chats.

Jiang Huo’s breathing was so shallow and calm that even the faintest crunch of dead grass underfoot was louder than the person lying atop him. For a moment, Jiang Mian almost thought Jiang Huo had died.

After being pressed into it all afternoon, on top of the previous night, when the man suggested continuing after dinner, the youth nearly broke into tears, begging for mercy.

To mock the headmaster’s son so mercilessly in front of a room full of colleagues—Xin Xin, that vixen, was truly something out of the ordinary.

In Xiao Junjue’s eyes, a shimmer of brilliance flickered. He saw his own clear reflection in Rong Zhao’s star-bright gaze, and a warm current flowed through his once-frozen heart, making it feel a little less cold.

Because those skilled in mental power or martial arts could sense the fluctuations of energy, they had no fear of losing their way.

He even considered going back to settle the score. If he didn’t stomp the other’s foot flat, then all these years of practice would have been for nothing.

Yu Yuan wore the plain white ruqun Ming Xiu Si had sent her that morning, and even with a cloak draped over her shoulders, she still felt the chill in the cold room.

Yuan Jie stared wide-eyed at Ding Daquan as if he were some rare animal. Just then, Ding Daquan swung his fist and, with a loud “smack,” landed it squarely on Yuan Jie’s nose.

Bai Luoshang smiled quietly to herself. She suddenly realized how bored she was—meddling in others’ business for no reason. What did it matter what his name was, or what it had to do with her? Besides, that man had long since become a legend in the martial world.