Chapter 59: He Was Completely Furious

Qin Wanyi was stunned by his words; indeed, she had never considered such a question before. Pei Yunnian watched her fall silent, a certainty settling in his heart. He gently placed his hand on Qin Wanyi’s shoulder, his expression grave as he asked, “If I don’t come back, and you were violated by someone else, what would you do?” His gaze was complex, fixed intently on her.

In the office, Chu Hao directly dialed Uncle Shuai’s number. For matters like this, there was no one else to turn to but him. Due to Gloria’s sudden outbreak of hostilities, many hunter families were forced to leave the capital region and seek new paths in more remote areas. Some became affiliates of either the Gloria family or the royal family, as only by doing so could they avoid attacks from both clans.

Zhou Lingyun waved her hands repeatedly, then cast a glance toward Zhou Hongbo, who was just entering the room, signaling him not to reveal anything. The Polar Bear’s face changed dramatically; he glared furiously at Zhan Tianxia, as if daring him to say one more word before he lost control. If he intervened and slipped up, allowing the East Wa side to trace the connections and wipe out Longteng’s network there, he would be utterly perplexed and, even if he returned home, would not escape military law’s judgment.

“If that’s the case... I really have nothing more to say,” Yazai returned to his seat, closing his eyes once more. The veterans from the Gui family shouted earnestly at Lin Xiner, their passion rekindled as if experiencing a second spring.

The other maids gradually boarded the car behind. Along with the gifts for the princess’s residence, the accompanying housekeepers, and the royal guards, the grand procession departed. Fang Xing was briefing Zhu Zhanki on the critical points of the battle, ensuring he would not be lost when facing those seasoned generals.

To feign illness and skip such an important banquet revealed just how poor Zhu Zhanyong’s state of mind and condition truly were. The day after returning from the Qiu family, Lin Yichen was still asleep in the hotel bed, roused only by the incessant ringing of his phone.

Since ancient times, upright officials have been of two kinds: those who maintain their purity and integrity in a corrupt bureaucracy, and those who, driven by noble ideals, oppose corrupt officials with unwavering righteousness. The former are rare; the latter are even more precious—rarer than giant pandas. Director Li belonged to this latter category.

This explained the preciousness of the sixth-grade leaf, which absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, the brilliance of sun and moon. Shen Liang and Ye Lan could hardly believe what Rin Yin said: although there were at least thirty white ghosts appearing here, Rin Yin claimed only two ghosts had manifested. How could this be?

Half-awake, Meng You’s mouth was dry. He got up to pour himself some water, found his phone, and sat in the living room, checking it while resting. “Grandpa, wait a moment—I’m about to report him!” Liu Tianming’s cheeks burned with urgency as he clenched his teeth in anger.

Lei Xiu tried once again to manifest the Wild Sakura technique, slashing at the ghost, but it was ineffective. The blade passed through the phantom’s body just as before. Meanwhile, the others at Yunwu Manor were thrown into chaos by the Emperor of Mist’s orders, feeling the overwhelming fury in his voice, each springing into frantic action.

“I see it, I see it! Who is that? So fierce, yet learning to dance?” Situ Xuan pointed toward a girl in the distance, whom one might mistake for a man at a glance. “Old Gordon came early this morning again, saying he lost another sheep, and brought this thing!” Mr. Connor said as he pulled a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. Opening it revealed a six-centimeter-long yellowed tooth from an unknown animal.