Chapter 52: Acting Surreptitiously

"Lin Xiaoxiao, what are you trying to do!" With her phone snatched away, Qin Wanyi was jolted and nearly lost her footing.

Fortunately, she reacted in time, grabbing the edge of the sofa in a panic to barely steady herself.

Lin Xiaoxiao toyed with the phone in her hand, casting a sinister look at Qin Wanyi.

She hadn't expected Qin Wanyi to still be this lucid, almost...

Not only will I make Chu Xiaosheng pay for my Pindou with his life, but the old man who orchestrated all of this, along with everyone around him, will also pay a heavy price.

My hands are chafed raw, and after working all afternoon, I've only cut six sections, which is still far from what I envisioned.

Not long after, a piercing scream echoed through Taigu Road. A solitary Celestial Demon Heavenly Emperor was struck down by Ye Chen's sword into the gates of the netherworld, dying without ever seeing who killed him.

What he found incredible, however, was that Bureau Chief Mu was actually having dinner in a high-end private dining room with someone who looked utterly unpolished.

Night Youyao pressed down on Su Jinxi's shoulders with one hand. Su Jinxi started violently and came to a halt. A warm, steady breath brushed her ear as Night Youyao's stern face leaned in close to her ear with a wicked smirk.

Under these circumstances, I do not wish to complicate matters or run into any unexpected mishaps. Since Chu Xiaosheng is already as good as dead, I don't mind sending him off to the underworld while he is still unconscious; perhaps he might even be able to catch up to the solitary footsteps of his master.

Though these words were spoken calmly and leisurely, Chen Yanxi's heart had already begun to tense up. Hadn't this matter already been discussed with Grandpa this morning? Why was Grandpa bringing it up again now?

"Did you hear anything?" Tang Jinyu walked over to the door of the emergency stairwell, quietly pushed open the heavy iron door, and strained his ears to listen to the cascading shouts rising from the floor below.

Su Yu immediately stopped talking, and after a long, silent pause, he slumped dejectedly over to the chair beside Yun Jin and sat down.

A few days later, having made plans with Gu Anran long in advance, Gu Anxing kept a close eye on her every move throughout this period.

"You lowly commoner, a good-for-nothing without a shred of battle qi, how dare you insult me! Do you even know the price of insulting a Great Swordsman?" Oscar roared with a distorted face, clearly consumed by rage, his hand gripping the sword trembling uncontrollably.

Having finished the task, Zhu Lingxi didn't even glance at Pojun. Summoning a blaze of golden light, she brought Feifei and the other two along, tore open a rift in the void, and vanished into it.

Yu Chengjie's mood remained downcast, and it wasn't until the two of them parted ways by their bicycles beneath the overpass that he finally couldn't help but call out to Chen Yi.

After remaining like this for a moment, she suddenly stood up, hurried over to the desk, and stared fixedly at the waveform data on the screen.

Wu Qiao pointed at a dark shadow around the corner and said, "Look, isn't that it?" Hearing human voices, the shadow flickered, revealing a pale face before burying it back down. Though it lasted only for a split second, Madam Liu caught sight of it—how familiar those eyes were.

Naturally, Gu Yanwu's administrative proposals met with fierce opposition from officials both at court and across the country. Yet, despite the intense backlash, the matter proceeded strictly according to traditional Chinese political procedures.

Jiang Bo rose from the gaps in the flames into a half-crouch, steadying his rifle as he fired two consecutive rounds straight into the Wolf Emperor's eyes.

Surprise aside, however, Alex's expression softened considerably. Since this uninvited guest appeared to have an extraordinary relationship with El, at least there shouldn't be any unexpected trouble arising now.

What made Chen Yi pay attention was that Zhang鹏 always liked to bury his head in writing things during class, and seemed very defensive about letting anyone see.

The God of Eight-fold repeated those two sentences in a deep voice, then turned his gaze back to Alfredo, his eyes flashing with a look of mutual understanding.

Acknowledging Yuko Takeuchi's concern, the young man smiled and nodded, accepting her goodwill.