Chapter 34: A Drunken Gesture of Goodwill

Ji Mingchuan pondered for a moment and said, "Forget about that one percent profit; there is no need to fall out with the Qiao family over such a petty sum." He looked at Ji Jing as he spoke. "For a minor matter like this, we can concede. But if the Qiao family pushes things further in the future, they will have to weigh the consequences. The Ji family is not meant to endure everything."

This concession, and the next—there must be a limit to what one can yield...

The babies had powerful lungs, and their loud wails immediately drew the attention of everyone nearby.

Nan Li was startled. Mo Junye had sent word earlier that the medicine had to be finished tonight, which was why she had been working through the night to rush it.

If not for Leah, how could the West have sold such weapons to Country N—or the Peace Oasis Federal Republic, as it is known now?

In truth, Mo Junye was quite pleased, for at that very moment, he realized that looking at Song Qingqing sleeping beside him, he felt absolutely no desire.

Hearing the game system’s prompt, the players abandoned their plans to team up and slay the wolves, instead pretending they were unafraid as they attempted to communicate with the vicious beasts.

It was precisely because of this consideration that, even though her impression of Li Qianqian was poor, Zhou Yaping intended to mentor her well, grooming her to become the right-hand assistant to Fan Jianming in the future.

Duan Yunbo immediately gave the bureau chief’s mobile number to Fan Jianming, adding, "I tried calling this number later, but it showed as powered off. It is very likely a temporary number; he probably discards it after a single use."

The cat-eared youth reached out with long, jade-like fingers and drew the crimson thin gauze curtains, shielding the bed and concealing the two figures from view.

The Qiraji insectoids began to grow excited; their eyes turned scarlet in an instant as they charged fearlessly toward the army of fel-orcs not far away.

Leng Feng was stunned to discover that the spirit stones inside the Qiankun bag numbered a full one hundred thousand, far exceeding the fifty thousand promised by the Scarlet Flame Demon Lord.

He was so lost in thought that he absentmindedly took a bite, and to his surprise, he actually tore off a piece. He could not tell what part he had bitten, but it melted in his mouth, and the spot he had bitten healed itself automatically.

The Qi-Gathering Bottle was now under the conflicting influence of commands from Tang Shaoxiang and Qiang Zhenglong, its behavior becoming increasingly erratic and unpredictable.

"You are growing more beautiful, yet I never expected you to be so ruthless," Tang Shaoxiang said with a cunning smile, chiding her.

"Look at how happy you all are! What about a year from now? What will you do then? Besides, the Ministry of Revenue will still come to collect taxes!" Jia Baoyu said with a huff. It was his first time seeing so much money, and his joy was no less than Xiangling’s, though he did not show it on his face, a faint smile lingering on his lips as he spoke.

With the secret assistance of the Gonggong clan, the younger generation within the two remaining third-tier direct-controlled families under the Ice Alliance had managed to raise their cultivation from the seventh to the eighth stage of the Qi-Driving Realm in record time, with hopes of breaking through to the ninth stage within one to two years, or perhaps even within the year.

The sight of bright red blood against pale skin assaulted every nerve of the human soldiers.

"You can tell?" Nuke, agitated, started to rise but sat back down immediately, beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks.

As for why he had embarked on this path, it was partly out of idleness, wanting to guide the great powers in as reasonable a direction as possible. Of course, he could not dedicate his entire being to it; it was merely something he could do within his capacity.

As always, Murong Feng kept stroking the handkerchief, but this time, he told himself it would be the last.

Thus, when he saw Wan'er, he could not help but associate her with himself, and everything else naturally led his thoughts back to his senior brother.

The short sword failed to strike, so he laid it flat on the ground, sliding it along the floor until it returned to Luo Tian’s hand. Yet, Luo Tian felt no joy; instead, he regretted summoning the blade back, for following in its wake was a blood-red serpent’s tongue, flickering as it approached.