Chapter 99: No wonder you can be the team leader.

Smoke burns to ash in the end; every story ends in sorrow.

Shi Lei sighed and took another drink.

“What’s with this kid? What kind of shock did she get?”

Zhang Mama was a little puzzled. At such a young age, what was there to lament?

“With a patch of green grass on top of his head, Brother Lei’s already doing pretty well to stay this calm...”

Zhang Miao muttered under her breath. If it were her brother, he’d probably have gone to the kitchen to fetch some local specialty by now...

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, Mom. Brother Lei got dumped.”

At the very moment he lost focus, a rabbit suddenly darted out ahead. Shen Que had no choice but to slam on the brakes at once, the tires screeching against the road.

Bai Yan looked over. Luo Jia stiffened slightly. After finally breaking the deadlock that had held between them for days, Luo Jia did not think and simply nodded.

I was thinking this girl was strange too. When she called me, she had sounded so anxious—so why was she now shrinking back the moment she saw the man in person?

Not only her; even the livestream had erupted for quite a while, as more and more viewers poured in to witness the so-called splashing of wealth.

William, who had been knocked flat by a single punch and sent tumbling beneath the arena, had already passed out and been carried onto an emergency stretcher.

I figured he probably thought that even if Wang Liang showed up, he still wouldn’t do anything to me. After all, I was one of Wang Liang’s employees; if he wanted to beat me badly, he’d have to find an outsider to do it.

Su Qingwan knew that the moment the country adopted zero tolerance for scamsters in Northern Myanmar, Zhao Lin’s fate had already been sealed.

The only way they could ever appear in the same frame was when internet users compared them side by side in the livestream barrage.

In the lingering weave of lips and breath, it seemed as though some barrier had finally shattered. Jun Lingyun felt that between them, they were no longer merely the betrothed couple others spoke of; it seemed they had at last earned that title in truth.

Mo Pengpeng looked up at the sky. The weather was still overcast, with barely a trace of sunlight to be seen, even on the day of departure.

Thus, Shi Tian became even more certain of his guess. He also believed his own perception had not been wrong: Elder Yan truly had no interest in the wine, but was merely using the sale of a few paintings and calligraphy pieces as a pretext to temper his spiritual power.

I was damn near breaking down. “I say, you’re meddling a bit too much, aren’t you? What, now that my new flame has come along, my old flame is feeling uneasy?”

“Get lost. I’m not into that crap!”

Brother Tian said, exasperated.

Thud, thud, thud!

As the golden sword aura dispersed, Li Jianan could not stop himself from stumbling back. The immense force contained within that blade aura was beyond anything he had expected, making him feel as though he had been struck by a boulder.

The resentful spirit lord wound itself around the fire giant’s arm, spun it through the air several times, and hurled it back into the sea of flames.

Zhege handed two bamboo poles to Tiger Lion and Meteor, and the four of them split into two groups. Zhou Mu and Zhege were together.

Dongxuan deliberately showed off. The golden rainbow in the night sky writhed like a gilded serpent, while faint sword cries rose like dragon roars and tiger howls. Suddenly, the short sword plummeted from the clouds like a falling meteor, swooping straight down toward a towering dawn redwood by the lakeshore.

Moreover, from their words, it was not hard to hear that they actually knew the Taixuan clan had already been wiped out once before.

So later, I simply pressed the advantage and let him go as well. As for that final sentence of his, it was truly forceful and ringing. And I also believed that if I did not put him in his place, it would not be long before Zhao Hao would rise up, and Zhang Jin would be utterly unable to control him.

When I reached the front of Xu Hu’s car, I saw an old man with a head of white hair lying not far ahead of the hood, his eyes closed.

When the dust finally settled, Wu Yu also awoke at last. Seeing Lin Canghai staying by her side without rest, and thinking back on everything she had endured these past few days, Wu Yu broke down and wept bitterly.

Sister Qiu told me the chief had once suffered a stroke, and the aftereffects left his hands trembling. But she probably did not know that the chief could not hold onto objects at all. I figured he would never tell anyone, so I decided to take a gamble.

“Hmph. Interesting. As expected of someone who graduated from the police academy, your mental fortitude really is not bad. Then I’ll get straight to the point and skip the roundabout talk. Tell me, what illegal things have you all done? And what else have you uncovered?” the man said coldly.