Chapter 142: Swift Justice and Gratification

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"That's not it. My sister has much better talent than I do. With her guidance, I can save some effort in my cultivation," Zhou Yuanliang said, suppressing his anger.

He was able to move freely in the air without needing any reactive thrust from a thruster at all.

Conan twisted the high-power dial on his shoes and looked at the coffee can nearby, preparing to kick it toward Akashi. Just then, Niinuma Shin stepped forward and threw Akashi to the ground with a textbook shoulder throw.

No joy or anger could be discerned on Sheng Shijue's face, though Tang Nianxin's expression turned pleasant as she smiled and mediated between them.

The Spirit Lord arrived in thunderous rage, yet did not lay a single finger on Yun Que. This phenomenon was enough to show the lofty status Yun Que held in the Spirit Lord's heart.

However, upon seeing the other party swallow four clusters of chaotic energy, he could not hold back and wanted to test whether he could control the opponent.

"You must first promise to let me and my sister go, and then I will tell you where the money is hidden!" Akemi Miyano clutched the hem of her clothes, took a deep breath, and looked courageously into Gin's piercing, cold eyes as she spoke loudly.

Sun Wukong twisted his waist and kicked it apart with a single sweep. The air pressure, transformed into a spiritual blade forced into shape by sheer pressure, shattered into specks of light before vanishing into the air.

He had learned of this from Aokawa Sakamoto. To minimize public panic, the Metropolitan Police Department had only released information that the midnight serial killer had been arrested.

The primary reason was the suspicion that Chen Do-jun was connected to the September 11 attacks and acted as the financial backer behind the organization.

Ye Bai was neither a fool nor someone prone to wild fantasies. Although young, his past experiences made him far more mature, calm, and even desolately detached than his peers or predecessors. Miaosi was his dream type, but she was definitely not his cup of tea.
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Yet, having experienced so much, if I truly had to make a choice now, I believe I would still choose to face reality. Although dreams are miraculous and full of inspiration, compared to the real world we live in, they ultimately pale in comparison.

"Mom says to stop, so we stop. If Mom doesn't say stop, we aren't allowed to stop." Duo Duo answered this question very directly. Judging by her response, this sort of thing probably happened at her home more than once or twice, so she was long used to it.

When those final two words were spoken, the young man walked out from the darkness. If anyone had been present, they would have been utterly shocked, for this long-haired young man looked identical to Jiang Chen! If they were to wear the same clothes, outsiders would completely fail to tell them apart.

"I can only interfere with some of A-Xin's actions; I have no way to control him... A-Xin's state is also very strange. I can sense that he is still alive, but his body does not seem to obey his control..." Dugu Zi's voice carried a thinly veiled joy; evidently, she was extremely excited to be able to see Zhou Liang again.

"Where are the people of Wuzhuang Temple?" Standing atop the southern peak that had been cleaved in two by a single blade, Zhou Liang halted in the void and shouted in inquiry.

Opening her eyes the next moment caused Zheng Qiuyan to burst completely into tears. On her ring finger sat a dazzling, brilliant diamond ring.

Having consulted Teacher Luo last time, he knew that Qian Yun suffered from the Ice Soul Absolute Meridians and would be unable to practice martial arts in the future. Therefore, he had arranged for him to enter the Hall of Fame as a sweeper, paying him no further mind. He would not waste excessive attention on someone incapable of practicing martial arts.

The "Spider Emperor of the Pan-Silk Web" was like a giant spider, continuously spinning webs to set up a "Deadly Pan-Silk Net" all around. In this underground cavern, it had woven an invisible yet absolutely terrifying giant net capable of slicing through everything. The moment Zhou Liang collided with it, he would instantly be chopped into a pile of minced meat.

One early morning, the biting wind howled, and the sun hid behind the clouds, unwilling to emerge, seemingly terrified by this bone-chilling cold.

One must know that within this entire Eighth Prison, no one knew that Fire Dragon was injured. Thus, Xiang Yuandong's words left Fire Dragon utterly shocked.

He had no choice but to order the remaining soldiers to help the wounded retreat. As for those who had been killed, he could no longer spare them. During the retreat, two more soldiers were knocked to the ground.
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"Paul! Dario! Rami!" Colonel Messina shouted at the top of his lungs, calling out the names of the gunfire control officer, the navigation officer, and the damage control officer. Their duty stations were located outside the combat bridge, meaning they might have survived the catastrophic blow just moments before.

The office door was pushed open gently, and a middle-aged man in a dark grey suit walked in. He was thin, about 1.7 meters tall, with dark skin and a rather handsome appearance. This man was Pan Honglu, the manager of Tianhai Company's R&D department.

As dusk approached, a vulture glided across the sky and landed on a bluestone less than a meter away from Qin Lingxue, entirely oblivious to her presence. The vulture flapped its wings and made an annoying screech. Qin Lingxue frowned slightly, seemingly filled with disgust for this "guest."

Inside the experimental chamber, the Dragon Gate Diagram was fused into a flawless, perfect circle, placed centrally within a transparent insulated cabinet as electric power was continuously fed into the Dragon Gate Jade. What was astonishing was that the surface of the glowing yellow Dragon Gate Jade showed not the slightest reaction, yet the instruments indicated that electrical energy was being absorbed by the jade at an unimaginably rapid rate.

With Chen Mufan making such a statement, the others were naturally overjoyed. From then on, there would be plenty of places they could visit for free, and they would never have to worry about their wallets not being full enough.

As Xiang Yuandong smoked a cigarette to calm his nerves, he finally noticed, upon hearing Phantom's words, that the room he had slept in was not his own, and that Phantom truly looked utterly exhausted.

Although Zhao Hongwus breath reeked slightly of alcohol, Ni Qianchen's words resonated quite deeply with him. They shared a striking similarity in ideology, striking a harmonious chord.

It was Jiang Jiujiu's first time doing something like this. Although President Zhang had already given a heads-up to Feiliu Public Relations yesterday, she was still somewhat nervous, perhaps because she wasn't quite adept at acting. Compared to Fang Xin's breezy and effortless demeanor, Jiang Jiujiu still had a lot to learn in this regard.

Thinking of this, he could not help glancing at his fine, scholarly grandson, Gu Chi, sighing with a heart full of eager anticipation.
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