Chapter 90: A Master of Deception

Xu Yanchen smiled sheepishly. "See? I knew you'd be angry."

"Lin Lu, you really are good at lying."

Lin Lu smoothed her hair. "Then if you know you'll be deceived, why fall for it?"

Xu Yanchen's gaze fell on that slender willow-like waist. "If I let you trick me of my own free will, would that be all right...?"

Xu Xiuli took Dong Xianling to a room upstairs, had her sit before the dressing table, and personally set about combing her hair and applying her makeup.

"You're asking for death!" With a crooked smile, an appalling aura suddenly burst forth from the crescent blade.

In the changing room, Luo Zheng took off her hospital gown and pulled on a loose dress, slowly easing it over herself.

After Fu Cheng, restless and distracted, left the hospital and returned to the company, the office was filled with all manner of whispered opinions. In his heart, he blamed Fu Jingyan for acting too rashly.

Gu Qiulan rolled her eyes so hard they nearly turned inside out. This time, she would become famous in the family compound. If there were a second time, what would those idle people outside say about her? A tigress? A violent maniac? Or a troublemaker who brought calamity wherever she went?

"Order whatever you like." Zhao Tianyou thought that a bumpkin from the countryside could probably not afford to order much; the prices on the first page alone might frighten her senseless. Country folk, heh.

"Honored guest, what would you like to learn from me?" The old toad looked at Mengqi and felt it was truly a colossal creature. If he offended it, he feared he would be crushed to dust in no time at all.

He did not understand why his family was like this, why their nature had gone so wrong. Perhaps in the previous life, if only they had treated Luo Zheng kindly, things might be different now.

That thunderous blast that shook the heavens and earth made countless people cover their ears, while the harsh screech of metal grinding against metal pressed down on the heart.

It was not that Luo Zifeng was trying to play the hero; it was simply that, if he could do something, he wanted to do it. Setting aside how vile it was to steal an old person's money, the very fact of being strong and healthy and still resorting to theft was unforgivable.

"Japanese capital backers." Song Ya had experienced the trust the Japanese placed in Moritula; it was the most important foundation of his power in the recording industry.

The man called Chu Yuanfang gradually became an "object" separate from Mu Xiang. Though he could be controlled remotely, he was clearly a distinct person.

After the matter was settled, the man began tapping the armrest again. The great hall fell silent once more, and everyone left the hall one after another. Only the middle-aged man remained, drumming the armrest as he gazed blankly into the distance.

On the mountain slope behind them, emerald light swirled and surged in ceaseless waves, magnificent and overwhelming, as though this were not a mountain summit at all, but a vast and boundless sea.

For these villagers, simply being able to shake hands with Chairman Jiao, a man worth billions, and exchange a few words with him, would be enough to boast about for ten days or half a month.

In the end, Fang Tang would not yield to either threats or coaxing. Steward Wan's face went livid with anger, and with a sweep of his hand he turned and strode out the door.

Of course, after taking on so many tedious matters, some details were bound to be overlooked; all one could do was make every effort to remedy them.

"Haha, excellent, Boss. To hell with any romantic love story. Let's go to war! Tear away that bastard's hypocritical mask..." one of his men replied excitedly.

Fang Tang had said she would take revenge, even repay it tenfold, but if He Jingyuan died here today, then all that revenge would be meaningless to them.

"AJ!" The suppressor suddenly blurted out two letters; it turned out there was a Nike shoe store not far away.

Chen Jianfeng felt the searing pain in his neck and hurriedly reached up to touch it, only to pull back a hand covered in blood.

The black cloth sack was yanked down by a burly man beside him, revealing Liang Kuan's fair face. His eye sockets were swollen high, there was still blood at the corner of his mouth, and his gaze held a trace of astonishment and confusion.

Generally speaking, even a one-seal rune master must at the very least have reached the Earthly Origin Realm, and if one could become a two-seal rune master, that would be enough to be treated as an honored guest by the great powers of Flame City.