Chapter 61: Nanhua Trading

Accompanied by Ling Peiyi and Gao Zhenhai, Lin Wenxiong stepped into the production area of the Kwun Tong Food Factory.

The moment they entered the workshop, instead of the expected industrial odors, a sweet fragrance blending fresh fruit and coconut milk rushed to greet them.

Lin Wenxiong's spirits lifted instantly, noting how vastly different this was from many other food factories he had visited.

"Boss Lin, this way please," Gao Zhenhai led the way, his voice booming. "This is our raw material pre-treatment area. As you can see..."

He swept Ling Siyan up into his arms, leaping through the air to gently deposit her beside a rock. Then, he removed his outer robe and draped it over her to cover her exposed body.

Ling Wuyuan merely used another finger besides two—the middle finger of his right hand—to lightly flick the sword blade. A surge of force and vibration instantly traveled along the long sword straight into his hand, immediately numbing his arm as if his meridians were being fiercely pinched, forcing him to instinctively release his grip on the weapon.

Suddenly, several figures darted out from the surrounding shadows, holding torches in their hands. By the light of the torches, they finally managed to make out the newcomers.

"Are you looking for death?" The young thug pulled the trigger in bewilderment, firing three shots in rapid succession, every single one hitting a fatal spot.

She had foolishly believed just moments ago that this restaurant genuinely offered such luxurious seafood, especially since the five-hundred-yuan set menu was by no means cheap.

Aside from these areas, the biggest trouble was that they would also have to pass through territories controlled by drug-trafficking syndicates.

Yuan Tiangang waved his hand once more, and shortly after, two imperial secret agents dragged Yamamoto Ichiro forward and threw him before Zhu Xiongying.

This explanation was quite reasonable; as a village chief, it was hardly surprising that Zhou Dejin possessed such awareness.

"The Great God works so hard to earn a million a month, while you can earn a million a month without trying at all." Zhu Lüming expressed absolute disdain for this.

Early the next morning, Wang Mengxuan took Wang Qingge to catch a flight, as they were returning to Jiangcheng that very day.

Only then were the crowd struck as if by lightning, vaguely understanding something, yet not entirely grasping the whole picture. When they tried to question the young girl before them, it was already too late—she had lost consciousness.

However, the mere thought that they had been swimming in their undergarments and exposed to view, and worse still, that their intimate apparel had been entirely dissolved and stripped away by the corrosion—with a very high probability that Xia Tian had seen every single thing—filled them with intense shyness and mortification.

"Big-eyed thief, I won't let you carry me! If you have the ability, put me down, I can cross by myself," Lin Yan said, her spirit and momentum completely unabated.

When no one else was around, Ruoli disliked calling him Master, always feeling that the gap between the two of them became glaringly obvious whenever she did. At that moment, how she wished they were not master and apprentice.

Hearing this, Ji Ziyan immediately agreed without hesitation. Truly, one often searches far and wide for what is easily found. Just recently, Nuannuan had been clamoring to eat strawberries, but unfortunately, he had searched numerous places without success, and the matter had simply been dropped.

On one hand, they hoped their master could be free from this agonizing cold poison; yet on the other hand, listening to Ji Zili's words, they knew this was a massive gamble. Nevertheless, they firmly believed their master would certainly be all right.

To martial artists on the Earth Ranking, money and status had long since become matters of utter indifference. But regarding celestial artifacts—those wondrous items attainable only by rare fortune—many on the Earth Ranking would grow green with envy. Once the news spread, Ah Yin would be like a fish on a cutting board, and every major faction would rush forward to carve out a share for themselves.

Xuan Zhan could well imagine that if this wave of violent magnetic-spiritual energy struck him, certain death would be his only outcome.

Therefore, for the moment, how could he possibly deign to look upon Xia Tian with any regard? All of this was merely his own wishful thinking.

The old master had always been recuperating abroad; given his advanced age, he could no longer endure the wear and tear of travel and rarely returned to the country. Normally, whenever Fanny wanted to see her great-grandfather, she had to make a special trip overseas to visit him.

She had once inquired about the reason behind this, but her Master would never answer. He only claimed that she had a fondness for proud talents of her generation, which was why she cared so much. Yet, clever as Tuoba Ying was, she felt that simply wasn't the case.