Chapter 96: The Professional Editorial Department of the Poetry Journal

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Director Li stubbed out his cigarette, rose, and donned his navy blue uniform before walking out of the police station with Song Yu. Although he now possessed everything that others envied, he had never felt any satisfaction or joy; even the sense of achievement that came with conquest had vanished after repeated successes.

Of course, his mother had said that his father was the most formidable, so it was no surprise for him to suddenly appear in the imperial palace. Hearing her words, Ye Wujue was momentarily stunned, a flicker of astonishment crossing his face. This child, who appeared only two years old, was remarkably intelligent, with thoughts far beyond her apparent age.

However, Lin Feng politely declined Gao Fengyi’s kind offer, telling her that it would be fine to step onto the stage directly when the time came.

No matter how hard Peng Ligang tried to imagine, he gave up and started teasing Li Shiyu, adopting the tone of a eunuch.

As time passed, the wailing of sirens echoed in the distance, and the flashing blue and red lights grew nearer, approaching swiftly. Such patrol vehicles were commonly seen at the borders of major cities, especially at the junctions of provincial capitals.

Although Fifth Brother’s appearance was unremarkable, upon seeing the number one figure of one of the top underworld organizations in China, people couldn’t help but steal a few glances. What puzzled them was how such a young boy, who looked no older than a student yet to graduate, could possess any outstanding qualities.

Ru Yi hurriedly helped him up, tenderly smoothing his tousled hair. “Your hair is a bit messy from sleep; let mother fix it for you before we leave.” With that, she took a comb and carefully arranged Yong Huang’s hair.

Not long after Chu Shuwan’s mother left, the man who had met Cheng Yu previously appeared again at the café, taking a seat opposite Cheng Yu.

“Forget it; let’s all just go back together. It’s pretty cold here anyway, and at least I can have a smoke,” Brother Xing said.

Suddenly kissed, Qin Junxi’s eyes widened to their fullest, disbelief written all over his face.

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In this clash, both sides unleashed their trump cards. After the fierce confrontation, Yun Xiao and Zhou Yong suffered backlash injuries, coughing up blood.

But surrounded by over a hundred disciples of the Dragon Society, the prison became overwhelmingly crowded. The Heavenly River resented wanting to devour Liu Tuosheng alive. Deep down, he knew his body was already half ruined; continuing to resist like this would exhaust his vital energy and lead to dire consequences.

After completing the ritual, Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan approached the bronze coffin.

Yun Fan pressed the EP key to end his turn, and now You Jian began his second turn.

“Let’s go.” Jiang Ling ignored the severed head and, along with Su Weiyi, headed to the room on the second floor.

“I’ve already asked a friend of mine—he’s from the Heavenly Realm—and he agreed to help me with my cultivationI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.