Chapter 69

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Once everyone was ready, the live surveillance footage appeared on the large screen inside the conference room.
When the crowd counted down to "one," a deafening explosion echoed in the sky above Victoria Harbour behind them. Brilliant and dazzling fireworks bloomed across the night sky at that very moment, illuminating the entire Hong Kong.
Setting aside other issues, the manufacturing cost of this single suit of armor had already exceeded three million, causing quite a sensation at the time.
However, the expressions of the Sea Clan officials toward Wei Modao were somewhat subtle, and even General Mao's smile was a bit forced. The hundred officials were already aware that humans had occupied the vast majority of the Primordial God Continent, leaving the Sea Clan with a meager and insufficient share.
Patient Zero climbed back up, his voice low and hoarse, feeling like the hissing white steam exhaled by a volcano before an eruption.
Perhaps from this day onward, the name of the Ghost Ship would become a thing of the past, spoken of only in legends.
"Haha, you are just like your parents, traitors of Krypton." General Zod seemed to have abandoned all hope of survival, and seeing his attitude, Wesley decided to finish him off, lest he cause trouble on this Earth as well.
Standing there with a wide grin, Jiang Feng was in an extremely good mood, wondering if Liu Fangrui, standing right before him, should be crying and throwing herself into his arms.
"Star-Lord and Raccoon, provide cover. Everyone else prepare to evacuate, I'm going to launch a tactical nuke. Natasha, call Hulk back, he's charging too deep." By this time, Hulk had already slaughtered his way into the sea of enemy troops, Chitauri soldiers constantly being tossed into the air.
Yet this time Zhaonan knew the outcome might not be all that favorable. Therefore, Zhaonan did not dare to accept too many people, keeping it as simple as possible and selecting only the workaholics in the company who were just like him.
Aside from altering one's appearance, it could also briefly mask one's personal scent, and even served as a tonic for the body, capable of replenishing strength.
In this way, when autumn arrived, he could establish a village there, deploy manpower, build housing estates, relocate people to settle down, and commence the extraction of coal and iron ores.
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The most terrifying thing about the Mulberry Leaf Elder was that while attacking Li Qianfan, she somehow managed to protect everyone present at the scene using an unknown method.
The mist blown to both sides was blocked by Lan Yue using a wind barrier, preventing it from spreading toward the center.
Yet this Black Gold City, a bounty organization, now possessed a cohesion comparable to an orthodox sect, which was truly intriguing.
However, the cruelty and ruthlessness of Sasori of the Red Sand far exceeded Yakushi Kabuto's expectations.
Jett, Dick, Aaron, Green, and Cao were currently leading all the soldiers on a long-distance cross-country march in the pouring rain.
Yao Guangxiao's move was undoubtedly putting Buddhism on the fire to roast; lifting it high would surely result in a heavy fall, and by then, Buddhism would likely suffer an even worse fate than the current situation.
"Replying to Your Highness, my family relies entirely on my father's official salary for sustenance, but because there are many family members, our financial situation is quite ordinary," Meng Xianfei replied.
As for whether to seek refuge with distant relatives or lodge a complaint with the King of Black Iron, that was beyond Roman's consideration.
Lu Chen was somewhat puzzled, having never heard of this medicinal pill before. He picked up the promotional pamphlet and began to read it. However, after reading it, he discovered that there was no introduction regarding the Yingguang Pill at all, only its starting price and quantity displayed.
Ling Yun had understood this long ago. Since their contact was minimal, the opportunities for them to see each other were rare. Some of them might not even meet for years, or though they all belonged to the Ling family's jurisdiction, they had never laid eyes on each other. This was completely normal.
"Two," Funakoshi Takeo remained completely unfazed, continuing to count. Meanwhile, Liu San continued kowtowing incessantly, blood welling up on his forehead.
If he had just walked past, Chen Changsheng might not have thought this way, but over these past few days, he had gradually gained some enlightenment. Although he might not be as arrogant, despotic, and unbridled as the disciples of the Four Sects and Twenty-Eight Factions, he was no longer as bound and restricted as he used to be.
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After a while, Funakoshi Takeo and the others walked into the adjacent room and sat down opposite Liu San and his son. By this time, the father and son had changed into clean clothes, and they sat side by side, devouring the roast chicken on the table like wolves.
"Look, look! The person you love doesn't even want to leave us a single path of survival!" Si'an laughed hoarsely. "You see this!" His laughter grew louder, and his voice revealed an inscrutable desolation.
Before the attacking black-robed Gu master could even see clearly, the long black arrow had already shot straight into the target's... hand.
"Our Yan family has truly struck gold!" Yan Gang's gaze quickly snapped open after his facial color recovered, staring intently at Lu Chen for a long time before finally conceding defeat. Lowering his head with a trace of avoidance, he uttered those words.
Zhang Liangying was momentarily at a loss for words. How could she not know whether Li Qiu spoke English? During the period of recording songs in Hong Kong, arguing in English during moments of conflict in the recording studio was a completely normal occurrence.
With this song, Li Qiu preferred to interpret it through his understanding of the melody itself—a tune originally created on a sorrowful night devoid of stars.
However, he needed to properly organize his thoughts; tomorrow would be his last chance, and even if he had to move, he had to extract some information from the mouths of these big shots.
The only thing I remember is the half-month I spent in the hospital after waking up with amnesia. Then, that day, I picked up the mobile phone the nurse had forgotten on my bedside table, replied to that inexplicable text message, and was ultimately dragged into a bizarre game called "God's Game."
"There is definitely no Soul-Nourishing Wood. That item is too precious; ordinary people are reluctant to part with it, and possessing it requires luck. However, I can offer you something inferior to the Soul-Nourishing Wood." Daoist Liaochen revealed a confident smile.
"Even if it's just drawing blood, it hurts a lot. Unless you pay us money, forget about it!" Chen Zilong said coldly.
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