Chapter 126: Lin Bing’s Insult

Stepping outside, Fang Wenxuan searched around but couldn’t tell which car belonged to Lin Bing. So he reached into Lin Bing’s pocket, found the car keys, and pressed a button. One of the Mercedes cars responded with a chime.

Supporting Lin Bing, Fang Wenxuan approached the Mercedes, opened the rear door, helped Lin Bing into the back seat, and then got in himself. He gently patted Lin Bing’s face.

Lin Bing barely opened her eyes, her gaze hazy as she looked at Fang Wenxuan.

“Hey, Lin Bing, where do you live? I’ll take you home,” Fang Wenxuan asked, watching her half-awake, half-drunk state.

Lin Bing shook her head repeatedly. “No... no, I don’t want to go home... not home... Mom... doesn’t like me...”

Halfway through, Fang Wenxuan stopped listening.

When Li Minhao spoke, there was nothing cool or impressive about it. His face had turned a deep shade of purplish-red from anger, yet Li Minhao remained completely unaware.

Jiu’er had left behind a significant amount of medicine when she left. Demonstrating remarkable foresight, it was all emergency medicine for fever and severe colds. A sticky note on the box politely requested Mingxuan’s assistance if needed.

“Just sit anywhere, as long as the tables are full!” Lighting a cigarette, the man pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and slapped it down on the table. His commanding tone instantly brought a delighted smile to the waiter’s face.

“Yes! At your command!” It seemed that the Thunder God didn’t want to spoil Yumo’s mood. He then stepped outside and instructed his soldiers to bring in some liquor.

A low, dark question carried a sinister, bloodthirsty edge. The fallen man wore glasses and had a square face that exuded elegance. If not for his disheveled hair and the pain etched on his features, he would have seemed like a gentleman of great refinement.

“Brother Tian, where do things stand between us and Ye Huan now? If you get caught when you go back, won’t everything we’ve done so far be for nothing?” As Yang Dong finished speaking, Du Lisong anxiously took the cue, his tone filled with worry.

Long Yan was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, speechless. Though Ye Feng hadn’t detailed the hardships, just the sight of that black tiger alone was enough to show how much suffering Ye Feng endured to obtain it.

Mu Tianyou had once told Chu Yuan about the distinctive attire of the Mu family disciples. After seeing the Second Master Mu outside the ancient city, Chu Yuan could immediately recognize their identity at a glance. He hadn’t expected the second person to enter to be not one of those already seventh-rank battle masters but rather this seemingly unimpressive Mu family disciple.

“Haha, then thank you, Master Tu!” Without refusing, he quickly expressed his gratitude. A strong general never has weak soldiers. He guessed that Xingzhi and Lesen weren’t much different. After exchanging a few friendly words with Master Tu, Ye Yuzhao and Lesen left the private room and headed toward the teahouse’s exterior.

“Just deal with her according to the rules,” the elderly lady said as she began turning the prayer beads in her hand, her eyes gently closing.

Her martial skills were not exceptional; now, she only knew lightness skills and some basic fist techniques. Facing so many experts was practically a death sentence.

Yabao paid no attention to what Lubao was saying. Excitedly, it pointed its claw outside the window and called out twice, signaling that the view was wonderful here.

Among the seventy-two Earthly Fiends, Yaoma was highly favored by Lord Pandora, commanding many of the Underworld fighters.

Shang Yu understood well that buying raw spirit jade from a store like this was virtually impossible. Even if the store had some in storage, they wouldn’t sell it to him.

Within the intelligence department, scouts cover all terrains—airborne, aquatic, terrestrial, and even immobile plant types.

“Maybe she went to get her hair dyed. Honestly, Qiao Sang has good taste; the treasure-hunting demon looks quite good with that color.”

This group of black-clad men appeared eerily and moved with disciplined precision. Their eyes gleamed with terrifying coldness and nauseating excitement. They brandished gleaming blades and carried knockout drugs potent enough to bring down an elephant, rushing straight into the room where Qin Mingzhao was.

“Manager Pan, you’ve worked hard. Here, have some water! Let me pour you a glass!” Wang Chuan hurriedly grabbed the kettle and poured a cup for Pan Jinlian.