Chapter 35

It must be said that everything made by Guai Guai—whether it is the flatbed trolley that Shi Yuebai is currently using, or that mechanical excavation arm—is quite remarkable. The mechanical arm, in particular, can be worn directly on a person’s arm. With a mechanical claw at the tip, it is capable of gripping far more and heavier stones than a human hand could. Shi Yuebai fastened it onto Nong Yasi’s arm, and she began to excavate...

Williams truly embodies the habits of Western life; once wined and dined, he still insisted on entertainment. Everyone turned their gaze toward President Tao in unison, waiting for his cue.

The enemy took the opportunity to launch a frenzied assault, scattering me and several fellow martial artists in an instant. I saw one of my companions attacked by three foes simultaneously; struck by multiple blades, he still managed to kill one of his attackers with his final breath before falling, his spirit unwilling to yield.

Ye Zhen’s current injuries meant that the next step in his recovery would be walking with relative normalcy—that is, being able to pace back and forth along a designated path, such as a hallway.

As for arcane or chaos magic, Su Jun was far out of his depth; he could make neither head nor tail of it and decisively gave up on the idea.

I dared not resist, knowing they were merely helping me examine the abnormalities in my body. Thus, I focused on circulating my internal energy, unwilling to let these personal issues continue to plague me.

"No, I have classes this afternoon. I’ll be fine. Um... please put me down; I’ll just call a friend," Yu Manli struggled to get down, enduring the pain in her foot.

Over the years, Ming Lou had been spared many worries thanks to his presence. If A-Cheng were suddenly not by his side one day, Ming Lou would find it rather difficult to adjust.

When she walked into Wang Mei’s office, Wang Mei happily led Lan Yu through a side door and into a secret chamber.

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhilong immediately looked at the surveillance monitor. He saw Chatterbox crouching on the ground, with two of their men already taken down.

This was taken at the end-of-semester gathering for fellow townsfolk. Her eyes lingered on a fair, clean face in one of the photos—a face that seemed to affect a reserved, profound air, revealing an expression of self-satisfaction. The thick lips looked somewhat greedy, but that hardly mattered anymore.

For years, Chi Yan had endured so much hostility and indifference. Suddenly encountering someone who spoke sweet words, showered her with compliments, and constantly professed their fondness, she became so bewildered she forgot her own name. Naturally, she followed the person eagerly, offering friendship and letting down her guard.

Awakening one’s abilities did not turn a person into a superhero; it merely granted them a singular, miraculous power, with very limited enhancement to the physical body.

Weiyang tossed the pistol Shui Yin had given her to Li Luo. Both of them were ordinary people. Even if Li Luo still possessed some combat prowess, that was only before he was injured; now that he could barely walk, how could he possibly fight?

Director Zhang was equally bewildered. He had reported to He Yingjie that Dongjin Hospital was an investment by Hong Kong businessmen, but He Yingjie had shown no reaction. As things stood, he had no idea why He Yingjie was visiting the hospital again.

Thinking of this, Wei Jia could not help but offer a wry smile. He had not expected that by launching World of Warcraft ahead of schedule, he would inadvertently trigger an investment frenzy in online games.

Yet, no one mentioned why the President’s parents had not come. Fortunately, Gao Feifei was still somewhat dazed due to her memory lapse and paid no mind to the matter.

He Yingwei’s house had been vacant for over a year; the stench of mold inside was so thick that one hardly dared to breathe. Upon returning home, he felt no great attachment to the place. He simply packed a few changes of clothes and headed straight for his mother’s house.

Within the mist, Yang Tian—transformed into his zombie state—flickered with scarlet light in his eyes as he lurked near the two White Shark sea-clan cultivators who were busy slaughtering each other.

"Cash or bank transfer. Just be sure to leave a note when you transfer the funds," Liu Tongsheng replied without a second thought.