Chapter 41: Number One St. Lyre Street (End)

Several male star-police and Star Abyss guards stood by, breathless, their Adam’s apples bobbing as they swallowed, keeping even the sound of their gulping to an absolute minimum. They were terrified that Zou Shuyi, currently in a state of full-blown fury, would lash out at anyone in her path.

Wu Mo, who had been the first to arrive, had barely stepped out of his aircraft and found his footing when Zou Shuyi grabbed him. Reining in her fiery temper, she looked at him with tear-filled eyes, her voice softening into a plea: "Uncle Wu, you must save Ning Long. She is still so young. You must save her."

"Rest assured," Wu Mo replied, "I am here."

"Yes!" the servant obeyed Fang Mu’s command, raising the butt of his gun to strike Wang Quan once more.

The distance of space and time had torn us apart and cast us aside, turning what was once a single entity into two strangers.

"Are you all right?" Hearing that Dugu Hong had faced such a dangerous ordeal, Xia Xue immediately began checking him over with deep concern, searching his entire body to see if he was hurt anywhere.

It was a keepsake from Consort De. She held the hairpin, her emotions too complex to put into words. She had never intended to marry anyone, yet when he spoke of taking her as his wife, she felt not a flicker of resistance in her heart.

Su Jue was somewhat surprised. A doubling of the material quota was not a severe punishment, as the materials for a newcomer’s first month were quite common; he could easily complete the task without even stepping outside.

Knowing that the technological level of the Northern Song era was lagging, Le Tiankai decided to formulate a set of standardized industrial specifications—such as bolt dimensions and pipe diameters—before he even began designing and manufacturing steam engines. Seemingly insignificant, these standards would be crucial for industrialization.

Huang Ruofeng had already sensed that something was wrong with him; if he were to act rashly now, there was a high chance his identity would be exposed.

"This..." Dugu Zhan hesitated. He truly found it difficult to name those people. After all, they had only been venting their frustrations and hadn't actually taken any concrete action. Or perhaps it was because he felt the same way, and naturally, he would not expose those who shared his thoughts.

From his seat of honor, the elder Master Fang roared at Fang Tianjing and the top courtesan from the Chunyi Pavilion, who were both kneeling before him.

Mu Yun walked over to Li Shuci and whispered a few words in her ear, then shook his head to signal that Li Xiu was safe.

"I have long heard that Commander Li’s grandson, Li Zongze, is the most brilliant genius doctor in the Republic of Korea, as well as its youngest master of Eastern Medicine." Tian Sen Yindang’s face was filled with admiration.

Holding the God-King Heavenly Seal, Qin Yun began to ponder what Yang Shiyue had previously said, contemplating how to use the seal to master the Nine Suns World-Extinguishing Scripture.

Now, because flash floods frequently occurred here, they were forced to change their landing point and search for a new, suitable anchorage.

The younger generation’s research into cultivation was no less meticulous than the research they had conducted while training within the sealing arrays, as they sought to understand the effects of this music.

Ji Ruomin did not answer him in words; she leaned forward, her upper body graceful as a begonia, and threw herself into her lover’s embrace.

"Welcome, sir!" The doorman, catching sight of the impossibly arrogant young master arriving at the entrance, shouted into the hall at the top of his lungs, as if he could already see piles of silver coins filling his pockets.

The Nine Dragons Kingdom held sufficient power; this ally would surely offer help when the critical moment arrived.

When Ji Ruomin opened her eyes, she saw the two of them standing in the doorway. Just as she was about to demand an explanation, she had no choice but to glare at Lin An’an and take the call first.

In truth, like most people in the world, these individuals would never earn a great fortune in their lifetimes, yet every busy figure among them vividly demonstrated humanity’s optimism and love for life.

The five of them spent a joyful birthday together, though the protagonist had now become Mother Tan. She wore a birthday hat, her eyes crinkling into smiles until they were almost shut. This second day of the Lunar New Year was the happiest she had ever spent, a stark contrast to the second day of the Lunar New Year thirty-some years ago, which had been the most painful.

"It’s fine, there’s no need to be so formal between us," Lu Zhen said, handing Tingting into Chen Jing’s arms.

The bullet was clearly extraordinary; it distorted the space around it as it struck the energy shield raised by the opponent.