D-Team and Y-Team mercenaries infiltrated the boiler room and main factory, methodically disposing of bodies and planting explosives at critical locations, utilizing gasoline drums from a nearby processing plant. By 8:05 AM, everything was set. After checking the diapers—dry and untouched—they confirmed no signs of hunger. The clamor outside grew louder, as if a bustling market had materialized within the woods. Ecksewin strained to listen, her brow furrowing slightly as she pieced together the situation.
"The common folk are truly joyful today!" Da Fei sang as he sauntered into the bathroom. Yet this time, Luo Jingcheng didn't cry as Peng Sizhe expected. Instead, she listened calmly, her gaze unnerving him. It wasn't until he saw the battle king's elite assassins and soldiers slain by Hu Man's single strike that he realized this burly man was far more formidable than he'd imagined. The words Solitary Shadow etched on the blade pierced Xuan Yuan Jian's heart like a dagger. He wondered if others had boarded the ship besides himself—could it be Qiu Yuebai? And Xu Jianglun, who had also vanished...
"An accident occurred; the two cops somehow found the place. I suspect it's Wang Licheng's doing..." Lin Zhaohui explained. "What exactly went wrong? Where did I start getting confused?" Peng Sizhe asked, his confusion deepening. The line between dreams and reality blurred; even the doctor, renowned for his skills, couldn't cure such a condition. Shen Qing merely smiled and sent for Zheng Luo. The mission to retrieve the six scrolls was ostensibly an act of filial piety, but Yin Suan used Que'er's life and the family's safety as leverage.
"They all distrust you intentionally," Shen Qing bluntly told her, aware that Ji Wuhuan wouldn't harm her lightly. Unlike Xuan Yuan Li, he was more easygoing and tolerant, rarely resorting to violence. The empress had concealed the death of Noble Consort Liang for years, fearing the truth would reach Prince Ba. Lin Sheng's sharp gaze made Linyu feel uneasy; perhaps his suspicions about her were justified. The once-inconspicuous Three枪绝杀 technique now radiated destructive power, forcing Hu Xiufan's Tushan Duanshen Blade to the ground. Li Xi glanced at Xiao Yi and the nanny, lamenting his misfortune—his grandfather had rebelled, and now his own nanny sided with Xiao Yi. Something was clearly amiss.
As the temple bells tolled, the sect leader of Taibai, Fei Yan, summoned everyone for urgent news. Su Zimo arrived to find everyone gathered, their expressions grave. Such mythical beasts recognized only their master; perhaps it was his charm, or perhaps it was something else. Chen Bing felt a surge of excitement; the seeds from the game were valuable, and with his Plant Master skills, rare seeds could enhance his combat power. "Who do you think you're calling a dark trader? You're the real one! Don't insult me!" the burly warrior bellowed. Su Yuan stood by the large window, a glass of red wine in hand. She had visibly lost weight, and Chu Fan noticed a few strands of white hair where there had been none before.
Aside from familiar faces like Gu Donglai and the battalion commander Ma Ge, others subtly inquired about the availability of spirit beast meat, hoping to negotiate a high price. Suddenly, dust particles were summoned from all directions into the cauldron, igniting a blue flame that scorched them relentlessly. China's economy, while booming wildly, had its drawbacks. Any form of creation carries ideological weight, and to mitigate extreme influences, regulatory measures were introduced. The effectiveness and morality of such actions would be debated by future generations. Like those ordinary factions that offered gifts at the Spirit Beast Temple, they'd never gain entry to the main hall, let alone receive an audience with the Beast Emperor. That day, as night fell, Su Tang invited Peng Erniang and Peng Sanniang to her room for a game.