Chapter 47: Let's See How Long You Can Keep Up That Defiant Mouth.

As night fell, Yunjing City came fully alive, transforming into a dazzling, sleepless metropolis.

Su Nuo received a call from He Jingyue and, fearing another crisis with the project team, rushed over anxiously.

Su Nuo and Fu Yao were classmates of He Jingyue during their school days and privately did not emphasize hierarchical relationships.

Seeing He Jingyue disheveled and slumped on the sofa, Su Nuo teased, “What, heartbroken?”

With practiced skill, he poured a glass of specially blended whiskey.

Grandma Jinhua’s strike did not harm Fang Xiu but instead killed a soldier, creating a gap in the encirclement.

The impulsive Lieutenant General grabbed the old physician by the collar, his face contorted with rage.

They had all received the conch’s summons and rushed to the rescue, unexpectedly encountering each other along the way and arriving together.

Though they had only been apart for one evening, it felt to her as if years had passed since they last met.

However, Chu Xing’er and the two children might not have tasted it, and as for the Meng family, they could try it.

Captain Qin ended the call, sent some people out, turned off the surveillance, and, after ensuring nothing was overlooked, entered the interrogation room with a stern face.

Many eyes gleamed with a certain sharpness; Su Wen’s Seven Star Hall and the Golden Lion Gate were at odds, and now at this critical moment, neither side was willing to yield, determined not to let the other succeed.

On the vast, earth-shattering body of the massive python were eight wings; as they fluttered, a roaring vortex of profound energy formed.

But players were completely unable to enter or exit, so allowing them in or out of Xiuyun Manor was impossible.

Master Zhao finished speaking, flicked his sleeve, and dismissed Hua Xin as one of those charlatans who only knew superficial tricks and deceived others.

“That’s good. At the time, she thought I bribed the director,” Qiao Mingxi laughed, unable to suppress her amusement; there was nothing more satisfying than a public contradiction.

She didn’t seek out Yun Jieyu, which was understandable—Yun Jieyu wouldn’t want someone useless, nor would she willingly place Shangguan Baolin in the emperor’s bed. But turning to her? She was of no use either! Was it just because she had stayed twice in the Yanxiang Palace? Was the aftershock really that significant?

As a core disciple of the Celestial Venerable Hall, honored with the Six-Colored Auspicious Clouds, whereever Xing Bufan went, he stood a head above others, and all who met him bowed respectfully.

It was worth noting that a martial artist who had reached the pinnacle of the Innate Realm could leap nearly ten meters with full effort, but thirty meters was absolutely unattainable.

The kitchen supervisor, who had been hiding in the back, stepped forward upon seeing this. Although Mo Meiren was favored, she was not the foremost in the harem; her rotation of favor could not compare to Consort Shu, and her rank was even lower than Consort Shu and Yun Jieyu. In short, she was currently a favorite but not yet someone everyone sought to curry favor with.

Though it was clear he was suppressing himself with great effort, the director saw through him at a glance.

If she had known then, why had she troubled Zhu Ninghua in the first place? After forcing her back to her family and shortly after bringing her back, she had left with her son.

Watching Xiao Feng’s silhouette fade into the moonlight, Xia Zhu sighed; she knew they now existed in two entirely different worlds.

Subduing an opponent was distinct from defeating them. Defeating a rival was not difficult if one’s strength was slightly superior; to subdue someone required a significant advantage, and to capture them cleanly and swiftly was far beyond merely possessing the power to cross boundaries in battle.

Originally, she had felt a sharp pang of regret when buying these items. Now the shop assistant told her that these goods all belonged to Yun Qingzhi—she was buying Yun Qingzhi’s wares on Yun Qingzhi’s own territory.

Don’t mention that only a bit over 20,000 people were by Yu Zhen’s side; even if the number tripled, they would still be slaughtered.

“Hao Ran, this is a good opportunity to expand your network,” Yi Xin said to Yi Haoran. Yi Ou had sent Yi Haoran abroad because he had ambitions—he wanted to extend the Yi family’s business overseas.