Chapter 55: Face Me, Scum!

Deng Ken needs two days of rest.

Though he wasn’t severely injured in his battle with the sea monster serpent, activating Great Frenzy plunged him into a state of exhaustion lasting a full day and night. Moreover, his waist and abdomen had sustained minor wounds; by the time he returned at midnight, his skin was raw from friction and required proper medicated rest.

Reality is not the Valhalla.

The aftereffects of Deng Ken activating Great Frenzy were severe—he immediately slipped into Reckless State, completely

Gu Lan Shan watched the three top authorities before her, panicked and flustered like characters in a movie, and grew even more composed.

She said she loves me. Simply loves me—even if I cannot give her the full love of a man, she still loves me.

Lin Corporation’s current situation is growing increasingly dire, which means it’s becoming more favorable for her return to the Lin family.

Rong Hua Zui smiled at her, his gaze mesmerizing, as if gazing upon a gleaming gemstone.

Yi Nan Yang naturally knew that if he stayed any longer, he’d risk exposing himself; after glancing at the two, he turned and left.

Gu En En glanced at the “hair” towel in Gu Lan Shan’s hand, said nothing, and walked straight toward the wardrobe.

Before age thirteen, Lin Shen Shen protected him. He, young and naive, swore to her: When I grow up, I’ll never let anyone hurt you. If no one in the world loves you, I will—I’ll treat you like a peerless treasure and guard you well.

I want to tell you, don’t be sad. I’ll return. I’ll come back with our child, and this time, I’ll never leave again.

The immortal who had endured the tribulation summoned a green trident, driving it vertically through the air into the sea. The waves it stirred spread like a tsunami; the trident, trailed by a thick column of bubbles, surged toward the seabed, poised to pierce the whale shark.

At a distance stood Chong Wu, sword on his back. He had come to challenge Zong Yang, for Zong Yang’s divine display at the Seven Shrines had shattered his pride—this was a mental barrier. But witnessing this scene, he later drowned himself in drunken oblivion.

“Why are you so agitated? Am I that kind of person? The matter you seek is of immense weight—without your consent, how could I reveal it to outsiders? Or do you think I’m someone who talks carelessly?” the bald elder denied sharply.

Only then did she realize her body was drenched in sweat; unsurprisingly, the bed was soaked through, and cold sweat streamed continuously down her face.

Everyone recoiled in fear at Liu Cheng Feng’s actions, unable to utter a word, their bodies trembling involuntarily.

Wang Ruoxin thought: If Meng Meng is well, what are my own difficulties? I’ll grit my teeth and push through.

Xue Hui didn’t know how to respond. Though Qin E’s words were harsh, they were true. Even though she knew it was a veiled insult, she couldn’t retort.

Now, they don’t need to leave this world—they can summon the strongest warriors from the ultimate realm.

They turned their gazes to Chen Feng’s face. His expression was utterly calm, nothing like the demeanor of a young man should be.

This city has now become the property of the conglomerate; the situation may not be better than when Liu Yun of Donggu controlled it.

Liu Cheng Feng had grown accustomed to this survival model: as long as there’s money, no troubles exist.

Ordering food at a state-run restaurant isn’t done at your table—it’s done at the service counter. It was already 2 p.m.; several clerks sat lazily in their seats, eyeing Li Jin with sullen resentment as he entered.

Li Huiyong secretly rejoiced. Honestly, even the price proposed by Zeng Zhiwei yesterday pleased him greatly—150,000 yuan in advertising fees in just fifteen days? Absolutely worth it.

I thought it was a profitable deal, only to lose Li Chang and the Emperor’s trust as well.