Chapter Ninety-Four: You Should Not Have Come

Team 2B, note that the target is moving toward Third Street in the northwest.

Team B3, you can cut through the alley on the right and reach the target’s flank directly.

Support team, keep the crowd separated to prevent any crossfire.

Since the operation had already begun, Rong Aiyu simply sent out two drones to provide visual support for the whole team. That had originally been Wan Xiaoling’s job, but for now she had to take over.

"2B acknowledged."

Zhang Liang and the others kept pushing through the crowd, moving swiftly toward the target. Tong Wanxin, meanwhile—

After Tao Qingyin was struck down by Song Xiuche like that, she fell to the ground clutching her stomach and groaning in pain.

Only recently, Shen Yunshu had given Uncle An an idea, and that was what finally convinced Cangzhou Grain to work with the Liu family; eighty percent of Cangzhou Grain’s business would now be handled by the Liu family.

On top of that, Song Zhiyun was already somewhat absentminded, often unable to tell directions or remember places. As long as someone gave her the slightest hint, she would follow it all the way.

He was a young gentleman, gentle and jade-like in bearing. If Mistress Qu had been here, she would surely have recognized him at once: this young man was none other than the eldest son of the Fang family, Fang Wenyu.

Only a sparse few of the clear-minded ministers who had been released yesterday walked in from outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Qin Wanwan agreed at once. "Of course." If the matter between her and Qin Xiangxiang could be settled cleanly with money, that would be best.

It should be said that in troubled times, there is no permanent refuge. When the world is shattered, no one can remain untouched.

Wind Tianming had only just turned the corner when Fengchen, like a ghost, emerged from the shadows. His bloodshot eyes were filled with hatred; he wanted nothing more than to hack off Wind Tianming’s head with a single blow. But he could not, and dared not. All he could do was follow after him again, furtively, like a shadow at his heels.

Before long, Xiao Huan had finished eating, for the food box contained only a thumb-sized dumpling filled with leeks.

"Teacher, save me—" Just as Li Liang was about to ask what was going on, a miserable cry suddenly echoed from within the tunnel.

The future of this matter seemed shrouded in mist. As a soldier, he instinctively felt that it might be for the future of China. If it succeeded, perhaps the future of the entire nation would change. And yet, why was it still so difficult for him to make this decision?

What troubled Yu Weimin most was that after this happened, many things had already slipped beyond control, and marriage alliance with the Lu family had become impossible as well.

After hearing what I said, Chen Daoyu nodded slightly. In truth, he knew very well that drafting this law was absolutely imperative. Hearing that I intended to base it on the established rules of the trade while promising to minimize conflicts between custom and law put him somewhat at ease. After all, this was the best approach available.

The laugh came so abruptly that Ding Yang’s face darkened with irritation. This Liu Weihong was far too arrogant. Facing, after all, a county magistrate, he ought to have shown at least a little decorum.

With Helian Aobo’s words, Ye Zetao suddenly understood where his own weakness lay in this matter: he was simply too detached from it. The more detached he was, the more suspicious it would seem. So at times like this, he needed to show concern. Only then would others not doubt him.

The young prince was handsome and elegant. Yet standing beside the princess, he seemed to lose much of his luster. The princess was so strikingly beautiful that her noble bearing made one dare not look directly at her.

Under the assault of the towering waves, the ship Shining Sea unexpectedly rose up at once, then crashed down again with terrible force. In that rise and fall, the people on the bridge felt as if they had been hurled skyward and then plunged into an abyss.

Those Japanese generals who had previously felt such complaints instantly bent themselves slightly, as though struck by lightning, to express their apologies to their superiors.

"Of course not. You have work to do. No crowding around to watch Brother Old Iron," Hongbai said angrily.