Chapter 118: The Annihilation of the Nine Clans
In the first month of the lunar year, occasional winds still swept through the capital, and the weather remained chilly. Pedestrians on the streets wore thick clothing to keep warm. The common folk hurried about each day, unwilling to linger, and even merchants from distant regions had become noticeably fewer than usual.
The city’s festive spirit had long since vanished, replaced by an atmosphere of fear, tension, and a hint of excitement that clung to the people like a shadow. This mood had persisted for five days, as if an unspoken agreement bound everyone.
At the referee’s whistle, the Wave Team’s players served the ball. With a gentle tap, the ball was passed to a nearby teammate. Their strategy was clear: leveraging the Wave Team’s unique strengths to launch relentless, crashing assaults against the Sixth Sense Team, wave after wave, determined to shatter their defense.
Because the Su household often aided the poor, many had seen Su Qi, who was widely regarded by the common people as a truly kind soul. Seeing her again now, they found her features even more exquisite—delicate and refined, standing apart in beauty.
Zhu Deshan sat in the front passenger seat, while Charlotte and Hu Meili occupied the back. None of them spoke. Yet Hu Meili was somewhat nervous until she suddenly felt warmth in her hand—Charlotte had grasped it. The gentle heat spreading through her palm calmed her heart instantly.
Mu Yingchen had accompanied her at the hospital for several consecutive days. Xiao Zitian even wondered how he could manage this as the CEO of a major corporation—did he have no other duties?
The Iron Family’s Cannon, the Second Cannon, and Arou were stunned. A marriage proposal? The three exchanged glances, bewildered, and stood up hesitantly.
“I love you. But I have a belly full of questions to ask.” Their faces were inches apart, yet neither dared to move closer, silently gazing at each other.
“Fine, then I’ll just eat it!” Seeing no other way, the person reluctantly nodded in agreement, knowing he had no choice.
I listened to the endless beeping on the phone, glanced at the screen showing the call had ended. I had long suspected Lin Rongshen would refuse—how could he tolerate Zhan Dong’s child? He couldn’t even bear my grief for Zhan Dong. But this was something I had to do.
Then several nurses carried in blood bags. I rushed forward, only to be blocked by one nurse.
Previously, Chu Jianghe had sent someone to the Wang family’s home, only to find them utterly stingy—there was almost nothing of value. Forget twenty thousand, even two hundred was hard to come by.
In just a few days, the price of internet cafe certificates soared even more terrifyingly than stocks in a bull market—jumping daily, sometimes thousands of yuan difference between morning and afternoon sessions.
“Of course, we just returned from an expedition deep in the primeval forest,” Bulma said calmly, as if unaware of the turmoil outside.
The dullness of science, after over two hundred years of systematic revisions, had lost much of its former thrill. The days of exclaiming “We succeeded!” had become a thing of the past, as “simple” projects faded into history.
With four companions in tow, Yun Yang’s speed had slowed drastically to less than three thousand meters per second. Yet compared to others, this was still a staggering pace. The scenery around them retreated rapidly in Blue Sword and the others’ eyes; the wind howled fiercely, and the wasteland beneath their feet crumbled where Yun Yang passed.
All of this was controlled covertly by the command ship. Like the brain of the fleet, it directed the battle’s rhythm, steered the fleet’s course, coordinated the immense firepower, dispatched scouts, and arranged defenses—all part of the command ship’s duties.
“Alright! Keep it quiet! Use the heat from the ion blade to melt the ice and open a passage!” Hou Fei instinctively lowered his voice significantly.
“Qiao Qiao, let’s get in the car too!” Watching the taxi drive away, Tian Ze turned to Qiao Qiao and said.