Chapter 58: True Heroes Serve the Country and the People

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“Alice, you…” Aunt Su looked at Su Banxia in surprise, then glanced at the braised pork in her hand.

He reacted quickly, realizing he was about to fall off the arena, so he hurriedly grabbed the rope to steady himself.

The scenery along the way was pleasant. Even though it was winter, there was no sign of decay or desolation.

These two tunnels were excavated by Afu at Jian Qi’s request, specifically prepared for Hong Shaoyu as an escape route.

Chu Yue frowned; it was clear from Old Ghost Yue’s words that Linshan was hiding significant problems, perhaps even a great secret.

Wang Qianqian suddenly remembered that her current votes were the lowest. Qian Xining already had a bad reputation at school, and changing that would not be easy.

Morris held his head high with pride, as if everything was calculated, though deep down he was uncertain.

After seeing it, Xie Yuhua was deeply touched, never expecting Pang Yueban to have prepared so much for her.

Su Banxia’s pulse was very weak; if he hadn’t searched carefully, he wouldn’t have found it at all. Princess Anping’s body was already at the brink of exhaustion.

Upon hearing the name Long Xin, everyone in the office cast curious glances toward the door. Although they knew there was such a person in the crew, many had never met Long Xin. They were amazed to learn that the famous Long Xin was actually like this.

He had already calculated every step himself; if persuasion succeeded, great, if not, no matter. However, these two had startled him.

“Is your son the type who only suffers losses without taking advantage?” Long Yan nodded thoughtfully. His son was unlike him in many ways, but in his vengeful, opportunistic nature, he was exactly the same.

Misfortune compounded itself. Later, during an outing, Mo Xiu was ambushed and had the tendons in both hands severed, his dantian destroyed, leaving him crippled and his life ruined.

With strands of fiery earth energy continuously flowing into Mo Xiu’s body beneath the surface, transforming into dark magical energy infused into the zero core, his aura gradually rose.

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An hour passed. The three great families had gathered to confront Xiao Chen’s clan members, who were massacred by the Tiger Guard Army.

In other words, Lin Ergou had exhausted a fraction of his entire energy to obliterate them.

The tea party continued as usual. Talented individuals either battled in the center or prepared eagerly to step forward.

“Oh, just joking,” Li Huan laughed, stuffing the cake directly into her mouth and swallowing several bites.

Among the books was one based on the captain’s real experiences, a treasured classic edition that had inspired several perfect pure love stories.

As Yan Mumu said, there are rules within each profession, and it made no sense to accept both pieces of the calming wood, which left Bai Zhuo unhappy.

As for why it wasn’t handed directly to Weizhen Tian but tossed aside, the reason was simple: distrust of Weizhen Tian.

“Go to Nairuo and ask! Maybe the God of Death will grant your wish!” Regnar struck again, piercing the wizard’s heart amid his stunned expression.

Only then did Da Wuhui realize that Wang Jinjin’s tragic fate had been set years ago by someone—someone who did it because of Heiyue and Dao Wuhui.

Long Yanhua nodded, relieved that Lin Qingcheng was so cooperative; she had thought it would take much effort to persuade him.

Li Haolong hesitated, then said softly, “But I’m afraid.” Without looking back, he walked outside.

“Pffft~” A pair of blood wings burst through his back, but it wasn’t over. The muscles behind him churned violently, and Ye Feng felt as if something was about to tear open.

With continuous magical reinforcement, the pressure on Regnar increased until he staggered, kicked in the chest by a high-ranking warrior. Regnar spat blood and was sent flying backward.

Lin Feng answered the phone, and a cheerful voice suddenly rang out, leaving him stunned.

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“Alright, tonight we’ll take care of the head of the detention center. No matter what it takes, we must get from him the route the police will take to transfer the elder brother,” Liu Yong said as he took a drag from his cigarette.

His footwork was a self-created inch-step, evolving into instant steps with his cultivation level. His sword technique was also self-invented—the extreme edge explosive slash. At his current level, he could only unleash the spiral explosive slash’s power, far from the peak extreme edge explosive slash he once wielded at the summit of the transformation stage.

As Chen Yunxiang drew nearer, Lan Bingyan’s scalp tingled, her heart pounding so hard it rose to her throat. She dared not breathe deeply for fear the exhaled air would stir the curtains.

The men exchanged fierce glances and then charged together. One of them grabbed firmly onto Lan Jing’s leg.

“Master truly is a master; when it counts, he can be relied upon!” Feng Lingyue smiled slightly, praising Elder Yao.

With a whoosh, an object like a spear shot through the repair shop toward the mute man, but it missed, embedding in the ground behind him. It turned out Ah Si had thrown his steel rod.

Of course, if they could trace through signs, sales locations, even time, finding the culprit would be easy. Footprints were extremely valuable to them.

Before Zhao Qingshan moved into the clinic, Dr. Liu jumped out, saying that after so many years at Renhe Hospital, he deserved some credit. If Zhao Qingshan, a newcomer, could get such a good clinic, he would want to renovate it himself.

“Uncle Zhao, what’s wrong?” Zhou Xi was at a loss under Zhao Qingshan’s burning gaze.

Moreover, if Ouyang Xin went out, he would surely dress splendidly. Now, there was no reason to lavish so many things on Ouyang Xin—he probably didn’t even have a single straw mat.