Chapter 92: The Liang Family’s Full Moon Banquet

Lu Jianwei would never wait to be asked, especially since she wanted to buy more. Rarely did his wife desire something, so Gu Huaizheng carefully selected the tastiest cuts of beef: five pounds of brisket, ten pounds of tenderloin, five pounds of short ribs, and two whole lamb legs. Beef sold for one yuan per pound, short ribs for fifty cents, lamb wasn't popular—few knew how to cook it and its strong flavor put people off—so it went for sixty cents per pound. The two large hind legs totaled fifteen pounds, and altogether he spent twenty-six yuan and fifty cents.

“All right, prepare some food and wine and bring it to the bedroom!” Lin Su strode off, entering her own room.

The storage cave held much more than just grain and animal hides; there were also durable animal bones, unknown minerals, and things like Yunyang wood, which aided beastfolk in their advancement.

When she reappeared at the company, although staff still addressed her as “Madam Boss,” their gazes now held something different.

Was this another illusion? Luo Nan wasn’t alarmed; he was so muddled at the moment that fear simply wouldn’t arise.

He was truly grateful that he hadn’t blurted out, “Wow, seriously? Are you that nervous? You even forgot to open the umbrella?”

First of all, the Holy King was a renowned master whose strength surely rivaled Kou Zhong’s. Moreover, Yang Guangsheng possessed only extraordinary physical power; if a single general couldn’t stop him, surely ten could?

Liu Shijie, seeing he hadn’t nodded, continued to persuade him. “Besides, I promise your shares in the new company will never be diluted.”

The elder sister gazed absentmindedly at the ceiling. Now that they had kissed, she felt that without a proper proposal, their love seemed somehow incomplete.

Fang Xing offered advice tailored to their problems: “Guo Keda, listen to your own vocal part a hundred times. Don’t sing along, just clip your section and play those lines over and over, a hundred times.”

The once clear sky suddenly turned gloomy, with clouds appearing from nowhere and slowly shrouding the heavens.

Song Yiran seized Li Mo’s hand, trying to lead him away. Observing from afar, Sun Wukong thought Li Mo was in danger and immediately rushed over.

Sitting on the piano bench, she opened the lid. Her long, pale fingers gently brushed the keys, then unconsciously tapped two light notes—muscle memory. She was no stranger to the piano, though she hadn’t played in some time.

Honestly, every time Zhou Lei saw it scurrying around with that oversized head, he feared it would snap the main stem, much less drag such a huge flowerpot—he was always on edge.

Morlo looked up helplessly, staring at the angry patrol officer known as Bruce.

As for the men following her, she promptly sent them back to her own ship, trailing behind the Qin family's vessel.

Unfortunately, he lacked sufficient evidence and justification. Attempting to use this to bring down Danzo would prove troublesome.

This man’s eyes were deep-set, his nose hooked, lips thin, and his cheekbones protruded high, giving his face a sinister cast.

“No touching! Didn’t I say no grabbing? Why won’t you listen?” Francis shouted at her, fiercer than when he killed without blinking—this was the first time Francis had ever lost his temper so badly.

Zhang Bao, behind her, had his fists clenched. Hearing the other side already knew their details, he hesitated, unable to decide.

Three days later, when Lin Chong and Li San arrived with the main force before Du Chun, Du Chun was already sobbing uncontrollably.

“In my opinion, we should charge out and fight them. Worst case, we die,” Zhu Chi, his face bristling with a bushy beard and fierce expression, declared.

Thus, after just the first match, the Yellow Nation was defeated. With no heroes to participate in the second round, they had no choice but to forfeit, allowing the Purple Nation to advance to the semifinals ahead of time.