Chapter 19: Do You Mind Sharing a Table?

After Li Hongzhang and Dilong finished their lunch at the Li residence, Dilong parted ways with Li Hongzhang and returned to his own headquarters.

However, once American weapons are in use, abandoning them is not such an easy matter. Now that the purchases have been made, to give up would mean all the money spent is wasted.

Li Danru frowned as he listened, momentarily at a loss for words—such plans were indeed quite reasonable.

Seeing his agreement, Li Danru tugged at Jiang Yanming’s sleeve. Jiang Yanming, smiling warmly, cupped his hands to Guo Shu in farewell, then pulled Li Danru out the side gate. They crossed several alleyways and boarded their carriage to return home.

“Second Young Master Mo, it seems the Blue Ocean Group has little to do with Mo Feng. Why…?” Situ Xiang’s voice trailed off.

Inside the F22 cabin, the speakers blared wildly, while more and more Chitauri ships were blasted apart.

Ye’er nodded, finally agreeing. In times like this, she chose to trust me.

Without hesitation, I flourished my longsword, unleashing a surge of sword energy at Tian Baguang. Tian Baguang, wielding a sickle, sent a crescent-shaped blade arc toward me. His cultivation was about equal to mine; I feared him not in single combat, especially now that he was wounded.

The Extremis virus could heal limbs and wounds, but there was one part it could not repair—the heart. Wolverine could survive without a heart and even regrow it, but those enhanced by the Extremis virus could not; without a heart, they faced only death.

“What’s so dangerous about it? As long as I endure this period, I can rise again!” Though he said this, General Kurt still placed the syringe in his pocket.

So when Baye Guxing suddenly howled, panic swept through the VIP room like a whirlwind. Even the four leopard-men, seasoned warriors, shuddered.

Qian Cheng’s lips curled bitterly; he had hoped to stall for more time, but the opponent gave him no chance, not even speaking before launching the attack.

Why is it that in this world, though every person seems so vivid, the pedestrians on the street are so much fewer than in reality?

“I’ve contacted him, but what should I say? Xinyi is his person—how could he believe me?” Zhu Meier calmed herself; with her current abilities, she could not shake Xinyi’s position.

The wolf howls were drowned out by the battle of tens of thousands, but Qian Cheng, on the edge of the battlefield, could faintly hear them.

The four leopard-men stared in disbelief as their bodies disintegrated, bloody fragments thudding heavily onto the carpet.

Nan Bowen’s words left a shadowy oppression in the hearts of Axin and Evelyn, two young people unfamiliar with intrigue and schemes.

Zepha Tina listened with an icy expression. “Three moves have passed; now I can fight back.” With that, she hurled her dagger at Angelina.

What I cared about was the implication of his confident words, as if he could create something earth-shattering. At worst, he’d be a Picasso—famous, but not intimidating.

After picking up Lin Wanqian and returning home, Lin Mo unloaded everything, then set about tidying up.

Walking through the hall, unconsciously lightening her steps, Yun Moyu was about to go upstairs when she heard Xia Rong directing the servants to dust.

He pretended to carry the emperor’s decree, announcing to all that he brought the order of the Emperor Xian and commanded troops to punish Dong Qin Wang.

Ye Mo’s thoughts drifted again, anxiety rising for the dance next week.

When Yun Moyu awoke, she was already back at the suburban villa. Lying in that unfamiliar environment, she felt afraid. After surveying the room, she got up, took wolf-repellent spray from her bag, and stepped out.

“Fool, unless I see you in that red wedding dress, I’ll never leave.” Ye Zhiqiu’s smile suddenly softened, becoming gentle and tender.

Inside the room, the two finally erupted. Yun Moyu grabbed a pillow and swung it at him; because her nails dug in too hard, goose feathers burst out and filled the air. In the end, she was unlucky, coughing so hard she felt her organs might come up—a truly stifling experience.

Towering peaks, clouds swirling like curtains. Here, the magnificent scenery could awe any lover of mountains and rivers.

In this entire cavern, everyone felt less like members of a sect and more like a family.

“Too slow!” Asanye darted to the side, delivering a taekwondo sweep that sent Ekaterina flying like a ball.

Gu Yanzhao’s army finally entered the Miao territory at dusk, arriving at Taijiang County, where Zhang Zhao was stationed.

Yan Yu deduced from the sound of the man plucking the zither strings that he was not well-versed in music; the chords were random and careless. Yet from his breathing, it was clear he was a martial artist.

Old Master Su sighed as he spoke; his health was worsening, and he sensed that death was not far away.