Chapter 70: Anyan Treats to Dinner

During his last visit to Wu Yunqiu's office, He Shinian finally learned that it was Political Commissar Tang who had introduced him to Wu Yunqiu as a secretary.

He Shinian had always wanted to make a phone call to express his gratitude.

However, the matter had been delayed by other commitments.

The call went through, and after five rings, someone finally answered.

It was a woman's voice.

"Is that Shinian?"

As soon as she spoke, He Shinian recognized her as Chen Suhua, Old Tang's wife.

"Hello, is that you, Sister-in-law?"

"It's me. Old Tang was just mentioning you, saying you'd definitely call him these past few days. He was right."

He Shinian felt a pang of guilt; he should have made this call earlier.

He inquired after Chen Suhua over the phone...

However, Bai Yujing was entirely unaware that, at the very same time, the lewd fiend was likewise instructing Mo Yan'er in the arts of seduction.

While feeling a flicker of annoyance at the man's unwarranted excitement, Shui Furong comfortably accepted his ministrations.

"You damned girl, don't you dare leave! I'm calling the police!" The man urged nearby people to help him call the police, but not a single person paid him any mind.

Yet there were quite a few monsters here, and even more in the main camp. The sky above was densely packed with them, and taking advantage of the chaos alongside these monsters were ambushers from various other planets, all hoping to seize the floating stones in the confusion.

The Xiao brothers, however, were even more anxious. As the tenth day—the sixth of the lunar month—arrived, their hearts were hanging in their throats.

Seeing the wickedness of this group through her hands, Fang Xu instead came to understand why she had to act this way.

The next second, it leaped directly onto Shui Mu's head, gripping his face with one paw while fiercely scratching with the other.

Puzhou was an island that revered martial prowess. Although it was only the preliminary rounds, many people were already seated below the martial arts ring, waiting for the competition to begin.

Everyone knew that back in the day, Meng Ru had been the apple of the Meng family's eye. From Lord Fengguo and her two elder brothers down to the maids and servants, there was not a single person who did not adore her. She was blessed with beauty and a lively disposition, playful without crossing the line, and immensely endearing.

Why would things turn out this way? Her family had never had any dealings with these monsters; the only explanation was that these monsters had controlled them.

The battle between the two instantly plunged into a deadlock. It was earth-shattering—rivers stopped flowing and mountains collapsed—yet a victor still could not be decided.

However, the mongrel seemed to know that the bulldog was exceptionally fierce and brutal. After biting its front leg, rather than tearing its flesh, it immediately released its grip and retreated into the distance. Sure enough, feeling the pain, the bulldog whipped its head around to bite, but alas, it bit into empty air once again.

I went to cook again. Having busied myself all night, I lacked any real energy, so I just heated up some leftovers from the refrigerator. While eating, I provoked a round of complaints from Old Taoist An.

Tens of miles away, a cyclops was plunging swiftly through the sea, cold sweat streaming down its forehead as the seawater around it was stained black.

Though their numbers seemed small, there were still over ten thousand of them. Most importantly, these bandits varied in appearance and brought along vicious beasts. Charging forward now, they closed in on Zhu City within just a few breaths.

Yet in reality, the longer one worked in this profession and the more one witnessed, the more lucidly they realized that in this world, there is no such thing as unconditional, causeless fairness and justice.

In other words, his physical exertion surpassed Jordan's, yet Kobe seemed like an anomaly molded by God out of sheer willpower and steel. He never felt fatigued in front of an opponent, his mind remaining in a state of high exhilaration. Kobe was a perfectionist desperate for validation, and his sole objective was to prove to the entire world that he was a player superior to the God of Basketball.

Hearing Old Taoist An curse my grandfather made me deeply uncomfortable, but I also desperately wanted to know why my grandfather had done all this. Pressing my body against the mud wall so that Old Taoist An was squeezed right next to the brick aperture in the stone wall, I handed him the headlamp.

This stone was flat and slightly larger than the mouth of a rice bowl. It was basically circular, and the patterns visible on its surface earlier resembled rippling water waves—nothing particularly extraordinary.

Coupled with those two storefront properties compensated under commercial land quotas, the money they would receive later on was bound to make people even more envious.

Zhou Changfeng ate somewhat hastily, making loud noises, which earned him a sideways glance from Zheng Zhuoxin, who stubbornly glared right back.