Chapter 63: Do With Me As You Wish

The remaining six tracking missiles, after pursuing for a short distance, swiftly changed direction to continue chasing Gu Xing.

The lord-level boss, the Iron Giant Bear, was howling at the sky. After feeling an attack to its lower body, it let out an even louder roar, short and sharp, as if its dignity had been challenged. Its crimson gaze immediately glanced at the distant raven, then locked fiercely onto the tank.

Compared to the “Wolf King” Alek, “Snake Man” Madi merely trembled, his complexion turning slightly pale, clearly possessing some mastery in matters of the mind.

Yu Yin’s heart stirred with a sudden thought. Her team’s greatest difficulty now was funding. If Lingzhou were to assist, financial concerns would naturally become trivial.

They failed to notice Ningxue and Ningyue nearby, both stunned, chopsticks frozen in their mouths, their facial muscles stiff.

This meant that half of the assassins had already been exposed. It was only the second night, and for the civilians, this was undoubtedly good news.

At noon, Lingzhou invited Yu Yin, Jiang Youhui, Ji Chong, Ying Ruotong, Zheng Yun, and Yi Peilan to lunch in the villa’s grand dining hall.

The result was deduced from information analysis, and after eliminating all impossibilities, whatever remained, however strange, was the truth.

While answering Huang Liping’s endless questions, Li Anan also explained the upcoming tasks to her team.

The members of Thor Studio were momentarily stunned; previously, they thought the glow was merely from the equipment, but now the sheer number of glowing items was overwhelming.

“We’ve been fighting for so long, and even eliminating two hundred is far from enough. Qinghuan, do you have any effective methods?” Su Jiuxia asked.

That Taoist seemed sensible, offering up the fox-eye grass proactively. Yet, with one at the third tier of Earth Origin Realm and two at the fourth, they naturally didn’t regard the Taoist, who was clearly only at the third tier, as any threat. They demanded he first discard his weapon, then hand over everything he had.

Witnessing all before him, Xu Mo, after a bout of shuddering, quickly regained composure, hiding in the shadow of a peculiar stone and peering through his binoculars.

However, when Wei Suo approached, he found Murong Xue shaking her head at him. This left him helpless; he knew she didn’t want him to cause trouble.

Atop the city wall in the main hall, only Situ Yuxin and Midnight remained; everyone else had followed Dongfang Chengyu out to battle.

Not only did he sense the incredible vitality within the liquid, but more importantly, with his strength, he couldn’t even see how the bottle appeared in their hands.

“Although my power seems formidable, all these functions require various magical resources. Some were already scarce before the War of Gods, and now they’re even harder to find. So, don’t get your hopes up too high,” echoed Glyde’s voice in Luo Ling’s mind.

Leaving aside the feat of leading five hundred men to sweep across the grasslands and seize the Wuhuan’s stronghold—a deed capable of shaking the world—so long as the Han Dynasty, with its four hundred years of history, still stood, it would never neglect a royal proven to possess the power to protect its empire.

Hearing the screams and curses behind him, Qiu Liju’s eyes were about to burst. He never imagined that He Lian and others could be so despicable and cruel, selling out their own at the first sign of trouble. Exploiting the trust given to them, they drove thousands in the rear into berserk fury, forcing everyone to charge forward with all their might.

Landing was pushed back a few steps, hurriedly grabbing the hovering car behind her to steady herself. She dared not protest. To avoid another rough treatment, she quickly climbed onto the vehicle.

Luckily, it was her grandfather’s mysterious antics delaying Huo Jingchen. If it were an enemy… she couldn’t even bear to imagine.

She remembered clearly putting it away carefully, checking it multiple times before leaving. How could it have disappeared into thin air?

“Thank you, Princess,” Qin Shao said, cupping his fists to Ye Qingcheng out of courtesy. Indeed, it was much better here—sheltered from the wind and rain—the only drawback being her presence.

Zeng Ying knew she was in trouble now, and panic crept into her once fierce eyes, replacing them with confusion.

Bai Pianran felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but forced herself to endure, stalemated with him.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, his presence powerful. Usually cold and reticent, a few words of affection from him could be utterly captivating.

I raised my hand to encircle him, leaning against his heartbeat, listening to its steady rhythm, feeling especially safe.

Up ahead, Duoduo and Mo Yuzhen heard the conversation behind them, exchanged a glance, and shrugged in unison, helpless against the CEO’s addiction to public displays of affection.

Second brother was a hero of the battlefield, bold and mighty, while he himself needed support even to walk—a coward? Surely not so pathetic.

Fortunately, King Chen had previously dug a pit for himself, prompting her to invent a money-making venture. She’d been busy lately, always finding an excuse to escape.

They repeatedly tolerated and indulged Yin Shiqing, that wild wolf, allowing this ambitious man to climb ever higher, gradually consolidating power.

Yin Shixiu reclined on the sofa, gazing at Chen Lan before him, fully aware that it was the gossip-monger within her causing trouble.

Beside them were the queen’s crown, belt, and various ornaments, all exquisitely crafted and dazzling.