Volume 1, Chapter 34: Why Bother Provoking a Weakling

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These sneakers are truly the most satisfying pair I’ve worn this summer; I can clearly feel the protection they provide for my feet.

"Yes, yes." Several maidservants sprang into action. The birthing room had been prepared in the side hall, and all the necessary items, including the midwife, had been arranged well in advance, so they were ready to be used at a moment’s notice.

The three friends burst into laughter, the sunlight catching their bright smiles and forming the shape of an iron triangle.

After a fierce physical confrontation with Marion, Xia’s layup was successfully blocked by him.

Just now, when he returned to drop off her phone, he had wanted to ask Su Xue for a favor—to let him hug her. But seeing her guarded expression and the way she wouldn't let him inside, he had to leave in a dejected mood. As he turned to walk down the stairs, his heart was filled with regret.

However, since Su Xue had vanished, he had to swallow his words and sit alone on the sofa, lost in thought. Secretly, he felt a bit relieved; if he had actually said it, it might have caused Su Xue—who previously had no ill intentions toward him—to become wary instead.

Beyond that, to prepare for the upcoming Apple smartphone, Freshwater Investment Group and Leo Hedge Fund made corresponding adjustments to their operations, pouring more capital and manpower into this sector. He cut off several mediocre business lines to focus his energy on the response.

Exhausted from the flight, I didn't plan on going out tonight. I called the front desk and ordered a decent bottle of Latour red wine, paired with a platter of tropical fruit. Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, sipping wine and smoking a cigar, I felt perfectly at ease.

Jun Ran shivered, his neck stiffening as he stared at the red underwear, the implications chilling him to the bone.

That was the plain truth. The guy only knew that crossbreeding crops could increase yields; his high school biology was mediocre at best, especially when it came to Mendel’s laws of hybridization, which remained a total mystery to him. After three years of high school, his brain was still a complete blur.

My buddies and I picked out seven baseball bats, paid for them, and walked out of the sporting goods store.

Jiang Dong had no time to spare. He immediately unleashed the Myriad Manifestation Heavenly Steel, enveloping all four of them. Within the chaotic world, Qixi and Xue Wuling appeared; one attacked the puppet, while the other went for Qi Ganglie.

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Hu Yan crawled over. Perhaps because he was a descendant of the holy beast, the White Tiger, he moved on all fours, looking incredibly fierce—a true beast of massive proportions.

Without needing a reminder, Ji Daoren and the others saw that Ye Tian was indeed making a move. They watched as he slightly extended his hands, a powerful aura surging throughout his body. Ye Tian then began to move, weaving through the layers of mist.

Seeing he hadn't fully shaken off Rondo, Yi Jian performed a behind-the-back pass during his drive, tossing the ball to Nowitzki, who was trailing in the mid-range area.

"It’s no use. I’m about the same as you; I’ll probably die before you do, so you’ll be the one to benefit," Chen Yu said with a wave of his hand.

After turning off his computer, Mu Jing went to the bathroom for a shower, then changed into pajamas, ready to rest.

Artest shook his head in frustration; in the end, he had still been scored on by that rookie.

For Bilbo, although it was annoying and a pity to have the ring stolen—especially one that lacked its former deadly allure—he knew when to quit. He took the advice to heart and let it go, which was quite a smart move on his part.

This punch contained no poison gas, nor did it cause any spatial collapse; it could be said that it was no different from a punch thrown by any of his peers.

"What a fool, he's so happy even after being swindled!" many people thought, cursing Gu Qing's stupidity in their hearts.

Afterward, the two moved stones to seal the cave entrance and camouflaged it before departing and going their separate ways.

"Take him away! Take him away and throw him in jail!" Liu Zhang waved his hand as if shooing away flies. Though he was a dim-witted man, he knew Wang Lei was a loyal official. He couldn't bring himself to execute him, which resulted in Wang Lei visiting the prison more often than he visited his own home.

Thump! A powerful arrow struck a tree about three meters away, the shaft burying itself completely into the trunk. Immediately after, with a crack, a branch as thick as an arm fell from a tree further away, clearly severed by the sheer force of the arrow passing through.

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Facing Chen Huiran’s unreasonable move, Zhao Han was helpless. He was not a transcendental martial artist and had not awakened his soul-image; his profound apertures were completely defenseless. Despite having strong spiritual perception, he lacked spiritual power, and under the crushing weight of Chen Huiran’s raw force, he had no way to fight back.

Xiang Renjie also felt something enter his body. Where it passed, he felt a tingling sensation, somewhat pleasant, as if he were receiving a full-body massage.

As time slipped by, the moment of reversal arrived. The figure withdrew the white sword, performed a sword seal, and pressed it against his forehead. When he quickly pulled his finger away, a strange, white glowing eye appeared in the center of his brow.

Seeing Han Qi speak this way, everyone in the courtyard felt a shared indignation. They shouted in unison, gnashing their teeth, wishing they could kill their way to the Wei family estate the moment Han Qi gave the order.

"Damn it, what are you doing?!" Chen Huiran was dragged forward against his will, the composure he once held gone from his eyes.

Since Li Jin opened up the western front, he had asked Yagao to try it out. In practice matches, Yagao followed Li Jin’s methods but frequently made mistakes, getting engaged and caught by opponents; it was out of the question to use such tactics in formal matches.

Su Hong immediately shook Qiao Mu, but Qiao Mu seemed to have lost consciousness, his face covered in blood, looking terrifying and ghastly.

Yet he understood that he couldn't hold back the forces of all these factions. Especially with groups like the Wenren family or the Qinhuo Rock Cloud-Mist Temple, whose top-tier combat strength was not much weaker than that of the Five Dragon Mountains. Offending them would be far from wise. Their retaliation was not something the Five Dragon Mountains could withstand alone.

Meanwhile, Aunt Qian focused on making clothes for Father Jiang. Her craftsmanship was excellent, every stitch sewn with precision.