Chapter 54: The Identity of the Victim

At that moment, Lin Hui also lifted his head and saw it was Fang Wenxuan. He raised his hand and said to Fang Wenxuan, "Go ahead and take it. You saw it first, and your hand was already on it." Fang Wenxuan looked at Lin Hui in surprise, not expecting him to be reasonable. Still, who knew if Lin Hui would hold a grudge and settle accounts later. In the end, it didn't matter—finding evidence was what mattered, no matter who found it. So Fang Wenxuan stood up, smiled, and said, "You take it. I'll look elsewhere." With that, he stood and moved off to another part of the room. Lin Hui watched Fang Wenxuan’s retreating figure for a while, sighed, then placed the brick into the evidence bag.

"Ah, Dad had a mistress?" Illya widened her eyes in disbelief, staring at her mother. It was the first time she’d heard anything like this. As Nejianli spoke, Accelerator seemed to glimpse a smile as radiant as a chrysanthemum beneath his mask.

While Long Fei and his companions headed for the underground entertainment hall, four dark figures had quietly appeared on the beach at Paradise, radiating a faint aura of evil—their arrival promised trouble.

"Whether anyone benefited or not is none of Brother Zhan's concern. Even if someone did profit, what does Brother Zhan intend to do about it?" Turtle Treasure’s face suddenly turned ice-cold, directly questioning him.

Meanwhile, the two men behind Ku Mu launched simultaneous attacks, lunging at Bing Jing and He Yan. Bing Jing and He Yan did not retreat; they met their enemies head-on, and a chaotic battle between the six erupted instantly.

"They're both grade A. Try them yourself first," Li Ling crossed her arms, showing no intention of joining the fight.

The battle lasted no longer than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea; by rough estimation, Zhong Zi'ang had already sacrificed thirty or forty lives.

Everyone was holding dry rations, except for Song Wan’er, who held a wild rabbit, freshly roasted and wafting with a delicious aroma.

Years ago, Zhao He knelt for a month outside the gate of the Lord of Yushan, wanting to become his disciple, but the Lord never accepted him.

As though in excruciating pain, Natsu hung suspended in midair, clutching his head and howling miserably for nearly five seconds before collapsing weakly to the ground, falling silent.

After Ling Yunfan sat down and looked around, she discovered that the Qu family from Jizhou, the Chengyang family, and the Jin family from Golden Dragon City—all the people who had previously stayed with her at Yulong Manor—had already arrived.

Xu Jian and his group had just gone upstairs when they saw Qin Wensi and several friends already there. It looked as though they had only just arrived as well.

The giant bear suddenly felt its body thaw, the icy stiffness melting away—it had revived. With joy, it roared, "Roar..." Its voice was full of delight.

The process was complicated, but Ling Yunfan handled every step with care and precision. Matters of life and death could not tolerate the slightest negligence, nor a single error. This was part of her professional ethics as a doctor.

He lowered his gaze, glanced at his slender fingers grasping the corner of his scarf, seeming somewhat hesitant.

His attitude had grown much colder, polite yet distant, and he never again mentioned the time he had called her "sister."

Ni Siyu rushed forward, not realizing the umbrella would trigger the red leaves. By the time she tried to dodge, it was already too late.

For the first time, Jiang Xiaohan felt his scalp tingle from being watched, mainly because he was feeling guilty.

Di Capri stood stunned as if struck by lightning for nearly half a minute before coming to her senses, tears streaming down as she shut off the device and pulled out several long needles.

At this moment, these two statues, brought to life through sacrifices, possessed the same aura of a century-long bloody battle.

Silently watching the elevator's floor buttons, hoping to find a quiet place to express his feelings, perhaps inspired by GDM's performance, Lang Qi recalled how playing guitar used to help him relax when he couldn't sleep.

The squad of Japanese soldiers, attacked by Thunder Sword’s cavalry, had no chance to lie down and take cover. They frantically scattered in all directions, but even that wasn’t fast enough. The unlucky ones barely made it a few steps before Thunder Sword’s cavalry cut them down, leaving them dead on the ground.