Chapter 85: Truly Pitch-Black

“The people have arrived.”

The next day at noon, the driver who had brought them returned once again, this time accompanied by a sharp-looking young Asian man.

“Hello, Mr. Yang sent us to assist you in your operation. You can call me Giraffe,” the young man nodded to Tong Wanxin, offering a greeting.

The chaos in Africa was no less than that of the Middle East, and manpower was extremely scarce—otherwise, he wouldn’t have just arrived…

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“You’re too kind. Let me give you our communication frequency…”

As night fell over Haicheng, neon lights flickered and car headlights shone like snow. Though it was deep winter, the city was nothing like a quiet mountain village at night. The streets flowed with cars and people, vibrant with laughter and smiling faces.

“Indeed—if you ask, the prince cherishes the princess most. If you stayed in the royal city, he’d be overjoyed,” Jing Rong nodded.

Ye Chongxiao suddenly drew his gun and fired two shots, both hitting the forehead. Yet the wound on Lin Qi’s head healed swiftly. He let out a savage laugh and lunged toward Number One and Number Two.

The fierce battle lasted at least ten days. The Qi family army fought like madmen, slaughtering the dazzling creatures of Independence Island, whose heads and soul energy were absorbed into the crystal brain and Ruoling’s body.

Moreover, Lin Zhixiao could even establish a comprehensive company here, integrating handicraft tourism souvenirs, inns, and restaurants all under one roof.

I gritted my teeth and, under cover of darkness, slipped into a corner of the border town. There, in a dilapidated house, I settled Sikong Fei, administering healing medicine both inside and out, binding his wounds tightly with bandages. His body was weak, desperately needing energy, rest, and a doctor.

The anguished screams lasted a long time. Finally, as the flames faded, a battered figure emerged from within.

It was precisely because of his temperament that he earned a great reputation in the martial world, respected by all.

Suddenly, two burly men appeared, startling us and making us instinctively step back.

“That’s real loyalty!” Guo Li was deeply moved—if it were him, he might not have been able to do the same, and wouldn’t even dare to say so, afraid the other might accept and turn it into reality.

The outcome was naturally an unhappy parting. Ha Chimu took Badar’s body back to a nearby inn, spent some crystal coins to summon a first-stage ice evolver, and ordered a custom-made ice coffin for Badar.

As they spoke, his hand unconsciously clasped Lin Su’s. Though he had lost his immortal power, he still had the skill to feel the pulse. Of course, he couldn’t read the pulse of an immortal, but even this touch calmed him somewhat.

“Get lost!” Du Fei, feeling someone tug at him, grew angry and shook free, immediately turning to curse.

Zhou Yubai did not arrange to meet Fu Yuan at a famous restaurant in the city, but instead sent someone to guide him to a secluded courtyard, seemingly just a hidden private kitchen in the heart of the city.

Because of this, no one was sent out to hunt today. Primitive people’s grasp of martial arts was surprisingly impressive—perhaps due to their physical prowess. After about a week, everyone was already practicing a set of boxing techniques with decent form.

“Chen Yiran, you’re right. My path is still long, and it’s truly hard to walk.” The gates of the arena swung open with a bang.

To be able to isolate everyone’s aura in just this short moment? This place was truly strange. What was more unsettling was that, after they entered, the tower’s door disappeared.

She had just finished speaking when Lan Ke completed her edits, tapped her finger, and sent out the newly edited photo.

“Nonsense. Jiaolan died during childbirth after getting married!” Lu Qingying absolutely refused to admit it. She couldn’t even say to Sun Shi that she suspected Jiaolan of seducing Cao Xiangming, for fear more people would think she was deliberately trying to harm Jiaolan.

Anzhou Town was less than a day’s journey from the capital. The Xia family set out early in order to arrive before dusk. Xiahou hoped to see the emperor that very day, so they did not stop for a midday rest, and Yu Shaojun had no hope of finding another opportunity to speak privately with Xia Baihe along the way.