Chapter 35: The Three Are Expelled

Su Leyao responded cheerfully, “No problem, I’ll ask for you right away and let you know once I’ve got an answer.”

“Alright, thank you, Yaoyao.”

Ruan Mianmian was truly grateful to Su Leyao. She hadn’t asked anything, just agreed to help immediately. Sometimes, those who treat you well don’t need explanations; for those who don’t, no explanation will ever suffice.

“There’s no need for thanks. If you ever need something, just reach out to me. Even though I’m not in the country, I still have people there who can help.”

“Think about your family. If you leave like this, how heartbroken will they be?” Chen Junmei seemed to believe that Zhen Cheng’s decision to leave the Mysterious Dao was unwise; to persuade him to stay, she brought up the matter of family.

Mu Qingyan was at a loss for words at Cold Moon’s mischievous behavior. This mistress really was bored—just because someone didn’t know her, did she really have to tease them like this?

“Aren’t cabbages always rooted up by pigs? How come in Japan, they’re turned into prey for wild beasts?” Old Zhang glanced at Hidekawa Yoshiko and asked, perfectly serious.

“Your Majesty, you must avenge our prince! You must tear that wretch to pieces and wipe out their entire family, so they descend to the eighteenth layer of hell after death!” Concubine Zhen’s words were somewhat incoherent, her rage so intense her face twisted with fury.

Cold Moon stood by the window, her icy eyes fixed on the person she hated to the bone. In her heart, she vowed that if she could not grind this person’s bones to dust in this lifetime, she would never again be considered human.

“Ah Xiong, this one. Fate has decided—looks like Jiang Fangzheng won’t escape defeat today, so he can’t blame me. Hahaha!” Chen Chumo felt he’d lucked out and was quite pleased.

His eyes grew moist. He couldn’t understand why, after five years, she remained so beautiful, so captivating to him.

Cold Moon gazed tenderly at Meng Xingchen and said to everyone, “He’s the most beautiful landscape in my heart.” Meng Xingchen blushed and lowered his head in embarrassment.

“Mr. Chen, still working? Come eat with us, my treat!” A man with thick eyebrows and an upright look stood before Chen Chumo.

Since they worked in construction, everyone, including the boss, lived in prefab shelters.

This was also the purpose behind building reputation—a warning to Liaoning, letting them know that the power of this Guard Headquarters wasn’t something they could imagine. If they didn’t put in effort, the Headquarters would have no foothold.

Zhang Zongze suddenly slammed a decorative piece onto the table, his expression turning grim.

Seeing Jin Yining speak like this, Jin Zhong could only give up, though he still felt uneasy.

As he drew near, he realized the other side had more people than expected, and among them was Fang Zhouzi, whom he’d seen at the Su family’s soul-fusion ceremony. This made him stop in his tracks.

“Lone Wolf! Um, can I discuss something with you, buddy?” Qiao walked over to Li Tianliang, smiled, and said.

Instant noodles, canned food, ham, all kinds of dried goods, a large supply of bottled water, some blankets, knives, and, to his surprise, quite a bit of diesel fuel, plus a generator. There were also plenty of candles and flashlights. All sorts of miscellaneous items were piled up.

Su Xinxin simply couldn’t fathom why this world had become so terrifying.

The two finished their discussion and went off to rest, not mentioning anything further. That night, Feng Yulou tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Li Yu responded absent-mindedly, then fell silent. He’d already taken a stand against this game, forgetting that his original intention in playing was just to help Beizhai sleep.

There were fifty-one participants in the martial arena contest; fifty had arrived. Su Huai was wondering who could be so bold as to skip the emperor’s banquet, when he heard the eunuch announce, “His Majesty has arrived.”

Whatever you do, the worst thing is to panic. One moment of panic and it’s all over. Nan Feng was calm and composed, not anxious. Since he didn’t want to kill, he kept his eyes and ears open, focusing on saving lives. But sometimes, you can’t just drag people away to safety; sometimes you still have to kill.