Chapter 137: You Sound Lovely When You Call Out

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"Yes! Captain!" Lin Hui immediately responded, overjoyed at heart. Finally, he would get to go on a business trip with his dear junior brother, and along the way, he would have plenty of time to flirt with him.

"Wenxuan, why aren't you speaking? Don't you want to go?" Cheng Fei looked at the silent Fang Wenxuan and asked.

"It's not that, Captain. I was just wondering where on earth that Fu Chuan went. How could we have searched for two years without finding him?" Fang Wenxuan said.

"You don't need to worry about that. We will investigate it here. He used to be a civil servant, so looking into his background should be even easier. Your most urgent task is to find this Bai Linlang. Since this Bai Linlang was in this city when Che Yihui died, we also need to check when she left—"

Meng Xingchen had only ever perused the Yellow Springs Sword Technique without actually practicing it, which was why he knew the exact method to break this move: one merely needed to channel inner energy immediately to force out the invading sword qi.

Next, the man in the white shirt made a phone call to hail a ride. The driver happened to be the very same person who had fought side by side with them at the pharmaceutical plant last time.

Seeing Wang Zilan sitting in the front truly felt a bit unusual. The crucial question was why it was Wang Zilan instead of Chen Shu today.

"Mother! Don't listen to that naughty Doudou's nonsense!" Xue Lian'er shot Doudou a fierce glare and said.

Master Jin trembled all over upon seeing this, overcome with excitement he could barely contain. He had never imagined that silver needles could be used in such a manner.

All around was absolute darkness and utter silence. Only the figure of the man in white robes appeared so familiar, though his facial features remained blurred and indistinct.

Meanwhile, Feng Dao, who was engaged in combat with Ye Han, turned pale, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and crashed heavily to the ground. When the crowd peered closely, they discovered that although Feng Dao still retained a faint trace of breath, his eyes were vacant—evidently, his soul had been completely shattered.

"Have you forgotten the rules of Prison Suppressing Mountain? As long as you, the Yazi, commit evil and harm people, regardless of whether it is good or bad, you must go and receive punishment!" With that, the Yazi was hoisted up by iron chains and dragged toward the mass of dark clouds.

Meng Xingchen had no choice but to withdraw the Soul-Fixing Technique, though he did not let He Nanqing fade back into invisibility. The situation was becoming somewhat clearer: while the soul of this formidable demonic entity had not yet dissipated, its physical body had already transformed into a Drought Demon.

Having gained the upper hand in the initial clash, Ye Xiao's sword momentum grew even more formidable and razor-sharp. His strength was advancing with every passing moment, and his destructive sword soul was also teetering on the verge of a breakthrough.

He had always been a straightforward person. Although the gap in their strength was like a vast chasm, he did not take even half a step back in the face of the black-robed figure's overwhelming pressure.

The bow of the giant vessel pursuing at high speed immediately flooded with lake water. Seeing that it could not hold out much longer, angry shouts echoed from aboard the ship.

Something akin to a side of a "giant snake" lashed out fiercely toward the vast net. In an instant, the net was severed by the strike, ruining Baker's attempt to acquire the space stones this time.

With his master's consent, Zhou Zeng proceeded to visit ten old comrades who had previously served together on the diplomatic mission to the various vassal states of the Southwest. Although some had traveled far away from their hometowns, the six who were successfully located were all more than willing to accompany them once again on a mission to foreign nations.

Yet the two of them seemed to have already accepted that this would be their final meeting and their final conversation, so both were reluctant to stop until they had poured out every last word dwelling in their hearts.

"Is Conqueror's Haki generated like this?" Enel was greatly astonished. The Blue Sea truly was miraculous; abilities and population were inextricably linked.

An intern is an intern, he thought; the general manager should at least look after her a bit, right? After all, she was the one who dug up an exclusive story, wasn't she?

Witnessing such a scene, they could not help but feel quite perplexed as to why this had happened. Seeing that Wang Xuanzhe also nodded in agreement, the two men, Zhou and Chen, exerted all their strength to push aside the Guanyin statue. As the Buddha statue shifted, a hidden compartment was revealed right before their eyes.

When Liu Yong finished reading the words on the note, a loud buzzing echoed in his head like a sudden crack of thunder. He collapsed heavily onto the stool in front of the desk, his mind completely blank.

This was simply a matter of helplessness. After all, among the major Hollywood studios, only Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer lacked any backing from cable channels, television networks, or broadband pipelines behind it—devoid of a media conglomerate to shield it, such an independent production company was naturally bound and constrained at every turn.

The reason the Crossing Heaven Great World was so formidable was not only because it was a vast realm, but also because this land had nurtured countless young prodigies and brilliant talents generation after generation.