Chapter 43: I Am Not a Man Without Feelings or Loyalty

After Kicking Out My Scumbag Husband, I Got Entangled with the Prince of Beijing Society Journeying through the snow, fortune smiles upon the traveler. 1271 words 2026-02-09 19:36:29

The various shareholders at the meeting all turned their attention to Huo Yanting. At that moment, his face was devoid of any emotion, but the aura surrounding him was chilling to the bone. “The meeting is adjourned,” Huo Yanting declared before striding out with large steps, leaving the remaining attendees utterly bewildered.

Elsewhere, when Sang Ke moved her bedding into her son’s room, she discovered that he had already awakened. After the purification of the malevolent energy value on Long Tian’s side had concluded, the system managed to reconnect with Long Tian and sent several battle reports confirming there were no significant issues. As a result, Long Tian was no longer anxious.

The “Blazing Flames of Death” in their sunny aspect ignited upon the body of the Charizard, yet no one uttered a sound. Clearly, everyone present had come to trust Long Chen, and the wounds on Charizard’s body were visibly healing at speed. Before long, all traces of injury had vanished.

An Yang couldn’t help but chuckle wryly at once, fully understanding what Erika intended by her gesture. “Since you never received the scabbard for your sword, I made one for you myself. As for you, Lily, I’ll upgrade your Avalon,” Long Chen said as a beam of golden light shot from his fingertip and entered Lily’s body.

An Xian had a peculiar feeling, an intuition that her mother was still here, had not been taken away by Elder He, and was still within these walls.

Although she, like Sakura Matou, harbored feelings for An Yang, and though their relationship had already shifted under his subtle manipulation, outwardly Rin Tohsaka remained dismissive of An Yang.

In a simple wave of the hand, with barely contained excitement and a hint of inquiry in his tone, he uttered words so full of holes that most listeners would be left speechless.

A tremendous explosion echoed as a thick cloud of black smoke dispersed, revealing a terrifying crack running across Cloyster’s shell.

“What on earth are the Navy doing? Years ago my son died, and they still haven’t found the killer! Now my relative has been murdered in their Impel Down prison—are they just eating and doing nothing?” Saint Rozwald fumed with mounting fury.

“Tell Lin Ling to find the Dark Emperor’s exact location. She has only five minutes!” Nightshade called out, gazing from halfway up a snowy mountain.

Jin Tianze, Shangguan Yun, Jin Wancheng, Xiao Jian, Xiao Yingying, Ke Qingqing, and Xiao Di each took turns recounting in detail what they had seen and heard back then. It was almost noon by the time they finished. The more the assembly in the hall listened, the more puzzled they became. Their confusion only deepened, uncertain whether to believe Jin Tianze or heed Shangguan Yun.

At that moment, a presence rushed toward her. Bardock glanced sideways—wasn’t that Number 17? This confirmed their true identities, though it was shocking to see they had not yet been transformed into androids.

Jin Wancheng roared, “So you’ve been colluding with the Demon Sect all along! You harbor wicked intentions—how could I possibly allow you to continue?” No sooner had the word “you” left his lips than Jin Wancheng drew his sword and, with a swift slash, struck horizontally toward his adversary.

The two entered the cafeteria amid laughter, only to be spotted immediately by Zhai Qihan, who was seated at the front.

Five miles outside Pyongyang, Pu Biao led three hundred infantry and cavalry toward the city. When he saw someone blocking the road ahead, he called out, “Who goes there? Why do you bar my passage?”

“How dare you! If the Master learns you killed the Deputy Enforcer, he’ll make you suffer untold torment. You two traitors will beg for death, but not be granted it!” Though these words were harsh, Yang Qing’s face turned deathly pale with fear.

Indeed, the one dressed as Daoist Brother was Naya. As for the real Daoist Brother, he had already been imprisoned and was currently being interrogated.

Li Zhichen gave a sinister smile. “Don’t think you’re safe—not even the Cloud Dao Sect can protect you.” In a flash, his body transformed into black mist, and with a single palm strike, he hit Mu Langgan squarely in the chest. Mu Langgan’s face went white, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body was hurled backward by the force.