Chapter 37: The Hunting Gala 2

He believed that even if he were to fall, Li Cangyu, with full health and a mana boost, would be more than enough to finish off the opponent.

It hadn't been noticeable while just making snacks, but once all the machines were running, money would vanish like water with every cycle. Profitability had to be guaranteed.

Murong Xue, who had been on the ground, stood up immediately. With a sweep of her long sleeves, she drew the green light from the tornado into her cuffs and soared into the air.

It was one thing for her to go get the food, but she even insisted I sit there and not move. She said I had to hold the table and wait for her return; today, she wasn't letting me do a single thing.

"Don't you have any experience with how hard it is to get a table at Wang's? Why didn't you hack into the reservation system beforehand?" Xing Conglian demanded angrily.

What kind of emotions was Ling Xuefeng carrying when he returned to the country alone back then? Li Cangyu didn't even dare to dwell on it.

Using the instructions his guide had transmitted through their mental link before leaving, he pressed the smooth side of the jade slip to his brow and attempted to extend a sliver of his mental touch.

"Housekeeper, take a look for me—does Liu Chuan really need this thing?" Zhao Boquan prepared to consult his housekeeper for advice.

Then, I opened the door, ran toward the back, pulled the car door open, and helped support Wang Qiang. Da Zhong and the others helped from the side, while Zhang Xinyu and Lan Dapao ran ahead, shouting loudly.

However, while Shen Fang and the others didn't understand Luo Zijian and Liu Hong, I knew them well enough. Both men were obsessed with saving face, so they would surely bring plenty of people. Even if those men lacked combat prowess, their sheer numbers would win half the battle.

Move in with him? I had thought about this in the morning, but it wasn't the right time yet; we still needed to understand each other better. But at this moment, how was I supposed to answer him?

"I'm not sure, but it's best to be cautious." Li Zhishi didn't commit; after all, even if the system provided a prompt, it only said "possible."

He turned and looked helplessly at Huang Geng, who understood almost instantly that something must have happened to Zhu Sha.

But it wasn't until the results were posted that he realized talent was far less important than pedigree. The chief examiner, Xiao Yu, would never select a scholar from a humble background for an official position.

For Li Zhishi, if he could one day prove that this jade pendant had been worn by Wu Zixu, he could easily sell it for a hundred thousand or more. However, it was clear that he hadn't bought the jade for the sake of money.

Once the door was locked, she took photos of the most important sections of the will and sent them to Li Zhuoyi’s email.

Dong Ru and the two others in the pavilion were stunned. Dong Ru was even more panicked; she had seen for herself how impulsive and sharp-tongued Jiang Xueyao could be—the wound on Zi Shu's face still hadn't faded yet. Who knew why she had come this time?

No, that likely wasn't the case. How could a guild that had grown into the top eight in the City of Ten Thousand Dynasties possibly enjoy such sycophantic flattery? What they wanted to hear were pearls of wisdom.

Wei Qilang had arrived in Ye City, the capital of Qing Prefecture, with Dong Ru the day before. They had rushed and finally made it just before the start of the Return Marriage Festival.

Seeing Li Zhishi pulled back into reality, his eyes flickered with surprise. Zhuan Zhu glanced at his wife and, sensing her smiling touch as she held his hand under the table to show her stance, felt his heart settle.

Distracted by this thought, his mind remained in a daze even after Team E and Team R had selected their lineups. The commentary desk seemed to be left with only Rita and Jide, who were left to speculate at random.

Qin Yun’s expression was cold, his mind racing. The attack power of this green light was one thing—although formidable, he could barely withstand it if he unleashed his full strength. What made it tricky was the strange nature of the energy; it entwined like vines and was incredibly difficult to blast away completely. It was extremely troublesome.

Toward Luo Tianyang, the thousand-year-old snake demon felt both hatred and admiration, but ultimately, it was fear that dominated. He dared not be the least bit careless, even to the point of being overly cautious.

Denmark hadn't fallen yet, and even if it had, the authority over Iceland should have been under direct German jurisdiction.

The weasel demon suddenly turned ferocious. Its demonic energy surged into its palms, and it struck the Five Elements Talisman Array, roaring, "Break!" Two streams of intense, thick demonic energy erupted from its palms, shooting toward the array.

The flame monster's attack lasted for two seconds. Since its explosive projectiles had no knockback effect, Steve certainly wasn't idle during that time.

Once these words were spoken, everyone's gaze fell on Manager Sun. She handled all the kitchen affairs, including the leftovers.

The group nodded and surged toward the Satanist cultists who had fallen to the ground, unable to struggle further.

Gazing around at the surrounding scene, Qiao Yufei's expression couldn't help but turn to shock.

If it were to be returned, it would have to wait until the people of the Water Dragon Clan returned to entrust this heritage site to them. None of the other dragon clans were qualified, not even the Yellow Dragon Clan.

When those ten thousand men formed a encirclement around the scene, even Long Aotian's expression changed.

As for the house—well, it was a shop now. And this shop currently functioned only as a ticket office. Perhaps in the future, it would become a flying club, a place for members to hold activities.

"By the way, I was chatting with your father earlier, and he mentioned something to me." Li Zhizhong smiled, then suddenly turned serious.

Yang Yi had imagined various scenarios for when Brian and Anastasiya would meet, the most likely being them embracing tightly, unable to speak for a long time.

"Huzi?" Mu Shan's expression was complex. He had said he wanted to temper Lei Hu, but deep down, he felt for him. After all, Lei Gong had died in battle, and he couldn't just ignore his only remaining kin, even if he tried to harden his heart.

Seeing Yang Jian's gaze becoming increasingly unfriendly, Fahai opened his mouth but ultimately couldn't say a word.

"This place is very hard to find; I searched for a long time and couldn't locate it!" Shen Du spread his hands and smiled. At that moment, he suddenly noticed something, and his expression faltered slightly.

Just then, Yang Yi heard the sound of an engine behind him. He looked back and saw the plane that had just delivered them taking off.

Amidst the swirling flames, a strange red glow radiated from Duan Qing's body. He swatted at it, but strangely, the toxic smoke didn't disperse; instead, it clung to his body like a semi-solid substance. Only a small amount drifted downward, looking like a stream of water flowing to a lower point.

And so, there was nothing left to do. Li Er, Empress Zhangsun, Changle, and Yuzhang were there, accompanying Sizi as she slept soundly.

As for the food allowance, it was forty cents per person per day for three meals. It certainly wasn't as good as the cement factory, where breakfast and lunch alone cost thirty-five cents. Forty cents a day was enough to be full, though there wasn't much in the way of meat.