Chapter 157: Big Sister Takes Him Under Her Wing

The next day, the grand auditorium at Yanda University was packed to capacity.

Although there had been only one night to prepare, university professors, scientific researchers, and top students from all over Yancheng flocked to the venue, as no one was willing to miss this grand event.

The Yancheng Military Region was on high alert, with Gu Huaizheng serving as the head of the security team. Every single person entering the auditorium had to undergo three rounds of security checks. The inspections were so rigorous that it felt as though they would strip people of their clothes to check them thoroughly.

Meanwhile, when Qin Ci stepped off the flower boat, he was still unaware that the events which had transpired at the Misty Rain Pavilion were already spreading like wildfire.

There were four newcomers, all dressed quite ordinarily. They were taken aback to find the room full of prospective warriors, but then casually began their inspection. Indeed, there were wiretaps hidden within the walls. It was uncertain who had installed them, but it was certain that it was not the restaurant owner. The owner was a native of Lunte with an untamable, clean background and would never do such a thing.

Nowadays, major travel agencies in Huaxia were prominently featuring Manchester United match-viewing tours. The price tag of 15,000 seemed quite high, yet with a stay of only two days and one night, it was essentially traveling to England solely to watch a match, returning to the country immediately after it concluded.

As the Dark Sin-Eagle dissolved into light, two inconspicuous green rays of light flew out from its original position and shot toward Zhang Wei.

"He is a true warrior." After the battle, several Roman soldiers gathered around Misaro's mutilated corpse and praised him.

Human beings are never perfect; they neither know how to do everything nor are they completely incapable of everything. The key lies in whether one chooses to learn or not. Sakura-ichi did not study housekeeping or art because they were utterly useless to her, but now, sewing seemed to have some utility.

Li Ji felt her heart skip a beat. Pressing her hands against the table, she looked toward the doorway. A figure walked in, wearing a peach-red embroidered silk skirt. The gold hairpin of the rising sun surrounded by five phoenixes right in the center of her hair bun looked magnificent and luxurious, and the floral decal between her eyebrows was lifelike. Even with the simplest swan-goose bun, she still carried an unangered, majestic aura.

The scorching temperature emitted by the magnolia was enough to destroy my heart. My eyes were stained blood-red, yet my consciousness remained completely clear.

It would have been fine if Xie Lee hadn't said anything, but his words only made Du Lihong even more displeased: The child couldn't even afford the bill yet he was still being so stubborn. Is saving face really that important? Suffering just to maintain one's dignity! The good impression of Xie Lee that had been established initially had long since vanished.

Opening her eyes once more, her eye sockets were already brimming with blood and tears. "Sister? Sister is actually still staying with her own enemy?" Shanshu's gaze at this moment was extremely complex, filled with nostalgia, anticipation, disappointment, and shock.

"What on earth are we going to do? Officer, give us a spoiler first!" Xu Kuishan asked with great urgency.

Immediately following that, the owner of the sword light appeared, who was none other than the captain of the guards. He stood there, towering like a mountain.

A whimper and a desolate cry issued from the throat of the blood-colored elaphure. At this point, its health points were already down to a sliver, and just one or two more attacks would be enough for me to slay it.

Xiahou Bi's expression was calm, her hands holding the submachine gun as steady as a rock. Her marksmanship was precise, and not a single bullet was wasted—every last one of them landed on the tall man's head. However, the bloody scene we anticipated of the opponent's head exploding did not occur. Instead, crisp clanging sounds rang out from the tall man's head.

With a charming, blooming smile, Fifth Fu actually turned and departed from the spiritual space, leaving Shi Moyu and the others to continue struggling desperately.

"You cannot kill him! You cannot kill him! Have mercy, My Lord." Zhao Yongnian's voice was now hoarse, his hands gripping Dakui's robe and refusing to let go.

Shi Feng did not leave. With a soul-leaving technique, he whipped up a gust of gloomy wind and followed Lord Wang.

Liu Zhen ushered these individuals into the banquet seats. Yang Jian took the seat of honor, while the others seated themselves to the left and right. At this moment, another golden-armored deity arrived—none other than General Manager of the Golden-Armored Sun God, Zhang Miao.

New Shi Zheye shouted loudly into the room, beginning to search everywhere for Shi Moyu's figure. To his disappointment, however, there was no sign of Shi Moyu here at all.