Chapter 157: Father of Europe! Red King (Combined)

Inside the hall.

Deng Ken turned his head toward Galawen and the others on the left and said grimly, “What movements have the Anglo-Saxons made?”

Galawen shook his head. “No news yet.”

“We’ve stabilized the upper Rhine defenses; they won’t find it easy to break through.”

“But we can’t hold the British coastline nearly as tightly.”

That damn coastline.

Deng Ken has now diverted large

He could even sense Su Xian’er’s irritation… clearly, the atmosphere here hadn’t drawn her in—it had only made her unbearable.

Wang Fubao entered the inn, scanned the people inside, saw them all lowering their heads and avoiding his gaze, and gave a slight nod.

She couldn’t be crushed so easily; between her and Zhang Ying, she was the victor! If she could defeat Zhang Ying in her youth, how could she possibly be thwarted now by Shen Xi?

Gu Jingzhao slowly raised his head, meeting his father’s deep, disappointed eyes, and his heart sank further.

They were beginning to wonder if Chen Rui was a philanthropist—what kind of company chairman buys shares for you first, holds them for you, and lets you pay six months later?

Before the Southern Gate yesterday, perhaps no more than one in ten among the Celestial Court even knew Ye Ke—even after he swept through Chen Tang Pass and crushed Emperor’s Stepping Peak, some immortals remained indifferent to worldly affairs.

As soon as the livestream began, the chat messages that had been idle during the black screen instantly surged to a peak; some had been waiting since Su Xian’er posted her Weibo.

“Honey, you’ve lost weight—eat more, gain some flesh.” Qin Hao seemed deeply concerned for Wen Ruyu, slicing her steak and then lifting a piece with his fork to her lips.

He was not only her father but also the Elder who had returned victorious from countless battles; many rules could not be broken.

Empress Yuan saw Rui Chun hesitate as if about to speak, and she turned her head slightly—she had already guessed part of it.

But that wasn’t the most impressive thing; the most astonishing was that she was riding a sixth-rank beast—a mutated Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle.

She recalled every one of Zhang Fei’s maneuvers, every plan, every person manipulated within her schemes.

The blood-clad man’s crimson eyes fixed on Zhuo Tian, as if trying to speak, yet only emitted a strange sound, then convulsed wildly, like suffering an epileptic fit.

He hadn’t expected Chun to be from the guild; there was no time to think further—he turned and looked back, but saw nothing unusual.

“I think they’ll notify you immediately.” As Xing Yue finished speaking, a golden-plated telephone on a desk beside the hall rang shrilly.

“How? Such a cutting-edge project, a high-end research endeavor—surely it must be handled by a national-level secret agency?” Zhang Zhaozhong was puzzled.

With a sharp “pop,” Yu Qianhua unleashed power from his palm; the man named Qu tilted his head and collapsed to the ground—dead.

Quan Te followed along, watching the Hunting Dog Clan members eating in the Zhonghua Division camp, and frowned again.

After testing the performance of the newly reinstalled communication relay talisman, they ended the call. Xing Guanghui tucked away the communication talisman, quickened his steps, and caught up with the group that had already departed.

“I definitely saw her. Though only for an instant, I knew I wouldn’t mistake her.” Huo Huan spoke grimly; Wu Wanqing had occupied Huo Huan’s heart for too long—he could recognize her merely by her silhouette.

But the health just lost to Feng Yaotian had regenerated; Feng Yaotian cursed inwardly—this guy’s defense had suddenly become so high.

Du Yuesheng was jolted backward by the rifle’s recoil, his hands and half his chest numb with tingling. He dropped the light machine gun—it had fired its last round and was now less useful than a firestick. Yuan Shanbao, however, picked it up again; after this battle, he had fallen utterly in love with the weapon.