Chapter 86: Two People, Three Times

Johannesburg, a high-rise apartment on Hillbrow Street.

A weathered man in his forties listened to the report from his visitor, then gave his subordinate a meaningful look.

“Send my regards to Little McCarthy.”

Once the subordinate left with the messenger, the man stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, wine glass in hand, gazing down at the notorious street below. His eyes were fixed on the very hotel where the two-person team was lodging.

“Two Asians?”

Neilger gently swirled the wine in his glass and took a sip.

A pain twisted in his heart as if a hand were ruthlessly wringing it, yet no tears fell. He had never known tears; as someone incapable of weeping, perhaps he would never understand what it truly felt like to cry.

“Heh, if you say so, then so be it. I don’t care—take this!” Li Xin didn’t pause as she spoke, but continued her assault on Mingfeng.

She and Leng Jichen had indeed first been together just over a month ago, nearly two months now. In all this time, her period hadn’t come. Now, with the waves of nausea and retching, there was no doubt—she was pregnant.

Just as Qingying and Wuyou were deep in conversation, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from afar.

“If Mother intends to punish me, I have no complaints.” The voice was calm, utterly unruffled.

Qiu Xuan’s words sent everyone into peals of laughter. Rong Yue’s mirth shook her to the core, and even Yuanmu’s eyes sparkled with amusement. This Qiu Xuan was certainly an interesting character.

Lei and Kazuo Fukuda conversed in Japanese, so Bai Tieyi and the others couldn’t understand a word. They simply clutched their guns and stood guard in silence.

Originally, the plan had been to use this opportunity to ensnare the upstart Zhao family, who had unexpectedly arrived in Lancheng, drawing Qiao Wan out with a fake wedding. But who could have predicted that the Zhaos had already set their sights on the Li family? Li Ziqian felt a tightness in his chest, a vague, oppressive discomfort.

As long as this swan remained steadfast and followed him without wavering, there would be nothing in this world that could make him hesitate or fear.

“Yes, sir!” The staff member addressed Li Xin respectfully. Before arriving, Pire had already made it clear—they were to treat these two with utmost courtesy, or else they could pack their bags and leave.

With a soft “pop,” the talisman in Tushan Miaozhen’s palm burst into flames, and, caught by the wind, tumbled over the edge of the cliff.

“Total revenue isn’t the same as net profit. Sure, I have more revenue, but my expenses are higher. My net profit is miles behind yours!” Song Ziqian retorted.

At that moment, some of the powerful among them descended into utter madness. Eyes bloodshot, one soared into the sky where the sea of blood had thinned, and with a thunderous boom, self-destructed.

The old lady and Yue Jing were both very fond of the guest. The old lady’s gaze was especially gentle—so different from the feigned affection she showed when dealing with Shang Yixiao.

“Is it because you’re afraid of us, Mr. Tan, and want to make peace?” Song Chun’s eyes lit up. This was the only possibility he could think of. It made sense—Tan Yi still worked under his father. If he dared to go against the Song family, he’d likely lose his position as county chief.

Wu Zhongtian wasn’t sure what gave this young man the confidence to face them all with such calm composure.

Meanwhile, Bai Dede looked at Rong She with sympathy, but soon sensed something amiss in his own body. It wasn’t a prelude to vomiting blood; rather, it felt as though he’d absorbed too much spiritual energy, just as Du Beisheng and the others had after eating the Immortal Cherry King Fruit—unable to bear the intensity.

At the same time, ordinary people within Kunlun were also transported out, scattered at the foot of the mountains. The only difference was that their belongings and valuables remained with them.

Understanding what Sister Jiang Luo had endured, I wondered: by taking me in, did she also bring misfortune upon herself, inviting others’ scorn behind her back?

Just then, another beast lunged for his back. Without so much as turning his head, Yang Hao’s grotesque, bone-spurred wings unfurled, his body tilting as he spun in a full circle.