Volume One, Chapter 73: An Unexpected Turn

“Clang, clang, clang...”
The telephone rang sharply.
The secretary swiftly picked up the receiver.
“Hello, who is this? All right, understood.”
She hung up and looked at Zhang Ziliang.
“Governor, there’s someone outside claiming to be the newly appointed director of Department 507, here especially to pay respects to you.”
“The new director? Please have them wait in the conference room. I’ll be right there.”
Zhang Ziliang was momentarily stunned, then strode out quickly.
Not only did his own sister refuse to help him, but she was entirely devoted to Jiang Xianghai, holding a grudge ever since Zhang had driven Jiang away. Over time, even his blood sister, Zhen Rao, had accumulated no small amount of resentment.
Having listened to Physician Liu’s words, Ouyang Qingye finally breathed a deep sigh of relief. Nalan Bing knew this meant he was ninety percent convinced that the murderer was Nangong Xi. Once the whereabouts of the placenta and the child were confirmed, Ouyang Qingye would be fully convinced, and then, Nangong Xi would never leave Chudong alive.
“Damn, so you really were the one who wrote that poem!” Upon recalling the poem and considering the temperament of this foolish dragon, Wang Dong realized that this creature was up to no good.

My heart felt uneasy; my first instinct was to grab my phone and make a call. Shen Shilin appeared on the opposite stairwell of the second floor, wearing a shirt and staring at me with a blank expression.
Xu Zhao and Xu Nuo had served the Ye family faithfully for many years, their loyalty unwavering. That was why Ye Lingxi allowed them and Wang Bing to remain by the old master’s side.
“Yes, once they return, we’ll prosecute them. That way, even if we fail the mission, we can shift the blame onto them. Heh heh heh!” The leader sneered coldly as he spoke.
He flew into a rage, drawing his sword to strike, but the guards rushed forward to restrain him. He shouted furiously, nearly losing his mind.
Qinghe was escorted back to Serenity Residence, where attendants helped her clean up and prepared some light dishes.
The disciples of the Three Saints Sect entered the ancient ruins first. Among them, Cheng Lingyu spotted the figures of Jade Feilai and Hua Yuehong.
Qu Wei’s furious roar shook the heavens; with all his strength, he swung his Broken Rainbow blade, tearing open a fissure and barely managing to move several steps sideways.
Xu Mei was full of doubts; where had Su Heng been during those five years of disappearance, and why did he possess pills from Medicine King Valley?
Because her son and Liu Ruoyan had grown closer, and unable to control Liu’s actions, all the pressure and dissatisfaction from her family was directed at her instead.
Zhan Zihao spoke from the heart, knowing that gaining Luo Geng’s trust was difficult. Based on his understanding, he was certain Luo Geng recognized Chen Erdong’s abilities; otherwise, he would not have kept him in management all this time.
Tao Xi was uncertain, but she was well aware of her own strange behavior just now. Though her feelings were blunt, she wasn’t foolish; after all, Jian Shiming’s recent actions had grown increasingly ambiguous.

Liu Qianqian felt that fate had favored her too much, blessing her with every good thing to experience.
Danzo’s assimilated body didn’t strike to kill; Kakashi and Hiruzen Sarutobi suffered little harm, and even Might Guy’s injury, though seemingly serious, would be mostly healed by the time they reached Mist Hidden Village.
Lu Yi charged at Bing Qi with a powerful punch, blocked, then followed up with another blow. With a loud bang, Xiu Yan kicked Bing Qi deep into the ground.
The rhinoceros demon, having regained its composure, resumed its run, but this time its strides were lighter, more graceful.
Before fighting Cen Jinyu, Su Heng believed he could easily defeat his opponent, but only realized during the battle that he had underestimated Cen Jinyu’s strength.
The Third Great Ninja War saw only Minato Namikaze, Fugaku Uchiha, and Shisui Uchiha earn titles; in this world, there may be wrong names, but never wrong nicknames.
I remembered when my foot was injured, a curt text from Lu Xudong made me so stifled I wanted to cry. But after spending more time with him lately, I realized he actually disliked typing on his phone. Whenever he sent messages via WeChat or QQ, they were almost always voice recordings.