Chapter 58: I Won the Bet

In the deep of night, the lights in the police station were glaringly bright.

The police officer taking the statement rubbed the bridge of his nose, a helpless tone in his voice: "Young lady, being helpful is a good thing, and we all encourage it. But you can't go smashing someone's phone out of impulse, let alone crashing into them and causing an injury."

Lu Qiuyi sat on a hard plastic chair, the wound at her temple already given basic treatment, covered by a fairly large piece of gauze with blood still faintly seeping through the edges.

Enduring the throbbing pain, she explained once again:

"Now, while their banquet is still ongoing, let's head straight to Zifeng Temple first, and then have Yu Ji send someone to notify A-da. We will leave Nanjing tonight," Liu Bian stated decisively.

What were members of the Gray Blade Mercenary Corps from the northern lands doing all the way down here? And with such a large group, led personally by the commander himself—surely it couldn't just be to buy Barbato's firearms?

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"B-Black... Lord Black Dragon, please speak! Woof!" Ao Ya already knew that Brother Wuyou possessed methods to completely annihilate souls, so in order to preserve his life, he had no choice but to compromise.

Because of Brother Wuyou's terrifying physical strength, this single punch actually knocked out several of the Asura's teeth. However, the Asura was, after all, a powerful Gold Saint, and instead of tumbling in disgrace, he executed a flip in the air and landed steadily on the ground.

Gu Yun remained as aloof and dignified as ever, and no desired information could be found on her face.

When Chiyu stepped down into the arena, she gave her hand a flick, and the umbrella instantly vanished. The gentle, delicate-lady aura vanished completely, leaving only charm. However, He Wu noticed that her complexion alternated between flushed and pale, as if she were putting up a strong front.

It was just a pity—could Ouxin, who had long dominated the position of Vice President of the Blue Star Alliance, really be that weak? Would someone with ulterior motives like Brother Wuyou actually build a massive faction?

Ye Hua knew that if a fight broke out under these circumstances, his side's team would definitely suffer losses, because the patrol route of the guard squad was right behind them. Once a firefight started, they would be caught in a pincer attack between the Bessie Cat Corps and the guards, and rout was certain.

"Kenzaki Ryuichi!" Aizen's eyes gradually turned red. Forcibly suppressing the agitation in his heart, he paced back and forth on the spot to consider his subsequent plan, and then, without bidding farewell to anyone, quietly left Las Noches alone.

Ding Mo's meaning was crystal clear: these terrorists holding firearms certainly didn't have nothing better to do than come here to pitch a tent, go camping, cultivate their sentiments, and experience life.

Bai Letian was startled. Too late to stop him, he watched the driver leap down, and his heart grew even more panicked.

Xie Changyin felt even more aggrieved. Tears streamed down from her eyes, and she buried her face in Old Madame Xie's arms, sobbing.

It was as if he could see the afterglow spilling into his eyes, his sword-intent-tinged brow, his high-bridged nose, and the upturned corners of his lips.

An Sheng was drinking soup. Her meals were strictly timed and portioned, following the menu provided by the smart brain to properly nourish the original owner's body as much as possible. As the saying goes, a bowl of soup before a meal keeps you slim and healthy; thus, she was currently blissfully savoring the rich and delicious Chinese yam and wolfberry soup.

If not, then... many choices and actions in the future would require Xie Changshu to adapt and change accordingly.

"You heard correctly. That is your own voice!" Ding Mo adjusted the frames of his glasses and said nonchalantly.

Secondly, as a Chiliarch, she already possessed the ability to stand entirely on her own. Showing her face in front of everyone could also signal to the rest that her mother and brother had strong backing.

Ding Mingjing had stopped Ding Mingcheng out of a bit of selfish motive, but now seeing Ren Ying come out, he didn't dare to recklessly block anyone and simply relayed Ding Mingcheng's question.

The surrounding clansmen and those uncles of extremely high seniority began to exchange glances, as if inquiring whether anyone knew about this matter. However, every single response they received was a shake of the head.