Chapter 48

The blond trio were not acting without preparation; they had been watching Xu Mianmian for quite some time, making sure she had no family or support in Guangzhou before daring to make a move. Of course, this was a society governed by law, so petty theft was beneath them. What they wanted was to abduct a cash cow and take her home—that was a truly lucrative business.

Ji Yunzhou coughed up blood continuously. He had suffered extremely severe injuries; the blood inside his body churned violently, and blood seeped out from every pore of his skin. That bizarre sorcery had worsened his condition, making him feel as though death were not far away.

He Shengliang raised his hand. Although the movement seemed extremely slow, at the very last second, he grabbed Wang Qiqi's wrist.

"How is it possible that you can't find anyone? My wife was kidnapped by you!" Liu Qiang glared and shouted loudly.

Qin Fan ignored her and instead raised his head slightly to look toward the positions of the two factions from the Divine Kingdom of Light and the Pure Land of Buddhism.

"Aunt Yun, he cannot die," Xue Wushuang suddenly said decisively, her voice unwavering and firm.

Jiang Tingting's face was pale, and she wore a look of lingering fear, as if she were still worried about how she would explain things to Manager Sun when she went out later.

His words were firm and powerful, gushing forth like a clear spring in a muddy swamp, pure and transparent.

Wang Qiqi wore a complicated expression. She found that deep down in her heart, she was actually pinning her hopes on He Shengliang—the very person she had wanted to teach a lesson just moments before.

Su Yumeng and Lan Ruoxue, along with their team, followed the crowd as they hurried toward the headquarters of the Martial Sect.

A hair-raising, muffled explosion echoed out. Xiao Fan was directly pinned underneath the tortoiseshell, sending dust flying like a smog-filled day.

Shuang'er controlled the Fierce Fire to devour a wisp of Beiye Ao's witch flame, which took the better part of the night. Beiye Ao shrieked in agony for the better part of the night as well, though fortunately, the protection of the magical treasure "Immortal Brocade Soft Sleeves" prevented outsiders from detecting anything unusual inside the bedchamber.

Gao Jing's left foot was likewise grabbed by a skeletal claw. The undead power lurking beneath the ground was immensely strong, making him feel as though he were clamped in a pair of iron pliers, unable to break free for a moment.

Shen Muge pushed the door open. Sensing something, the man gave another instruction to the other end before hanging up the phone.

Suddenly recalling that stormy night six years ago, Shen Zihou shivered violently again, a chilling sensation creeping up from the depths of his soul.

Before Qimeng could even react, the more than eight hundred contribution points on her identity badge suddenly turned into four thousand eight hundred and sixty points, which inevitably stirred up envy, jealousy, and hatred among the others.

Although the elderly Black man had no idea what Gao Jing was trying to do, he did not hesitate to pick up the wine glass and apply the medicinal liquid to his forehead and the still-bleeding wound.

As she spoke, Su Xiaowan deliberately glanced at Lin Anping, as if this whole matter had been instructed by Zhou Xianzhong and had nothing to do with her whatsoever.

After saying this, Xia Tian immediately asked Zhou Xianzhong, hoping that he would step up at this moment and say a word on her behalf.

She wandered around Lin Qian's room, looking here and there, brushing her teeth for a bit, then washing her face—she was utterly bored out of her mind.

However, seeing that Lu Zhaoling was truly insistent on buying it, he also developed a bit of selfish curiosity. Since the other party genuinely wanted to purchase the residence, he could use the opportunity to see if she was really capable of handling the estate's problems.

Noticing the general's confidence, the soldiers burst into laughter, and the atmosphere relaxed. Xing Maozhi shouted, "My brothers, thank you for your hard work in defending the city! Wine and meat have been prepared downstairs, go enjoy yourselves first!" Upon hearing this, the army cheered.

Next, Li Zhi'en hurried toward the kitchen, single-mindedly intent on picking the freshest spring chicken for his master.

Both performances would be conducted by the world-renowned conductor Zubin Mehta. From 1962 to 1978, he served as the Music Director of the Los Angeles Philharmonic. In 1978, he became the Music Director of the New York Philharmonic. Therefore, he was intimately familiar with both performance venues.

Lin Zimo took everyone's mobile phones. Although Jian Sijin had not said anything, he understood what his boss meant—to have everyone unlock their phones and open their photo galleries.

A fierce wind blew through the tunnel, making the flame flicker unsteadily as shadows danced across the walls. The two advanced along the steps, arriving at an underground corridor. Passing through the corridor, they entered a massive stone cavern.

On January 31st, Ji Yuning took Ah Mei, Ah Min, and Yang Mengmeng to attend the Golden Globe Awards ceremony at the Hilton Hotel in Beverly Hills near his home.

Under the overarching premise of securing a marital alliance between the two families, sufficient respect was accorded to the Bai family, putting them at ease. This would make them all the more dedicated to supporting the Lin clan in the future.

"Does Mengmeng want the chocolate with Uncle's signature on the wrapper, or the chocolate without Uncle's signature?" Ji Yuning asked, suppressing a smile, as he saw Ah Min walking over.

Jiang Yan did not rush to enter. He sat quietly in a corner of the ruins, smoking his pipe while observing the state of the entrance.

Zhang Taibai was clearly playing dumb. How could he not know that Skye wanted to ask if he had heard any gossip about S.H.I.E.L.D.?

I leaned against the edge of the sink, watching him narrow his eyes and wash the dishes with intense focus. It felt like admiring Rembrandt's painting *The Return of the Prodigal Son*. While this metaphor was artistically inappropriate, its emotional impact on me was strikingly similar.

"I can wash them myself," I stammered hurriedly. Because I had been searching everywhere for Qiubiu, thick calluses had formed on the soles of my feet, and an inexplicable sense of inferiority welled up inside me at that moment.

The Queen Mother was waiting for the Jade Emperor to step in and resolve the issue, but the Jade Emperor seemed completely oblivious to the whole affair, showing no intention of dispatching troops whatsoever.

At that moment, I cast aside all restraint and, completely carried away, embraced him tightly, planting a fierce kiss on his cheek. My sudden burst of enthusiasm caught him entirely off guard; the steering wheel veered to the side, nearly crashing into the guardrail along the road.

"Mr. Mavis, you don't need to worry about the remuneration. As long as you can bring Tony Stark back safely, I believe both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stark Industries will offer you a satisfactory reward." Nick Fury sat back down in his office chair and looked up at Patch.