Chapter 900: Slaying the Wicked

Mo Hua

"Mm," Wen Renwei nodded, pointing to the chaotic inner chamber, his tone solemn. "I've seen Young Master Mo draw similar arrays, and I've seen him dispel the cold, malevolent qi. Though I don't know how exactly he did it, he must have some method or knowledge of secrets—perhaps he can save Young Master Changhuai…"

Wen Renwei didn't say much more.

But he remembered clearly.

Upon entering Tun City and arriving at the command headquarters, the Baode Army had set up a banquet to welcome Qin Guan, yet the atmosphere at the table was awkward.

Currently, in the new army, the issued handguns for all officers are large-caliber pistols; though their power is decent, they have many flaws: low magazine capacity, only one round; poor accuracy, hitting targets beyond ten meters is mostly luck; slow reloading, since there's no magazine or clip, each bullet must be loaded directly down the barrel.

As for management knowledge, An Wen's former conglomerate had been repeatedly ranked among China's top hundred enterprises, but as a hands-off boss, he could only grasp the upper management—when it came to the specific production line details, he was powerless.

At this moment, Qin Hao is the pillar of all humanity—but what if one day he betrays humanity? Where would humanity go then?

"How can I escape?" With adrenaline surging, Qin Hao's mind was clear; he had no intention of killing Silver Horn, but was calculating how to flee, for after that brief clash, he deeply understood the gap between himself and Silver Horn.

Everyone nodded in agreement; after this incident, all saw that this young man truly possessed credible abilities, so they still trusted An Wen deeply.

In the end, I could only watch helplessly as Meiqin, forcing a smile, said to me: "Goodbye," then left without hesitation.

In reality, Contini's figure was greatly understated; Libya's oil reserves far exceeded two billion barrels—more than twenty times that, even. But saying so would terrify Antonio.

Everything beyond the boundary of the True Spirit Realm seemed alien, awaiting exploration by its high-level beings.

Even so, Matteotti still clung to hope, believing there was room for compromise; his maximum acceptable concession was a public apology in court and symbolic compensation—but when faced with two million lire in damages and a public newspaper apology, he knew he was in serious trouble.

"No, Mr. Wang, I must return this money to you, otherwise I won't be at peace. Good people shouldn't suffer losses—that's my principle," the migrant worker insisted.

Let's wait a few days and see what response emerges. Gu Yixuan gradually withdrew, calming his internal qi: "So far, there's been no adverse reaction—let's observe further." If backlash occurs, Grandmaster Banxia will surely have a solution.

Lucky for him, he'd just run into one. A mid-stage Transformation Realm powerhouse was more than enough to stir his blood.

Though this match didn't use temporary attribute points, Chen Yu did expend tremendous energy and was utterly exhausted.

With the important matter settled, Fang Jingrui asked Zeng Ce, as Zhu Xingya had, what exactly had gone wrong—Zeng Ce still knew nothing.

Ye Ying's pearl lantern glowed faintly; suddenly, her steps halted without warning. Just an inch from her ankle lay an extremely fine strand of spider silk.

He had truly fallen in love with his junior sister, and she had been content ever since being with him, having only him—now, suddenly, he must seek others outside, filling him with intense dread.

Emerging from the player tunnel, the boundary from darkness to light was stark; Chen Yu heard a roar of cheers, many voices shouting his name.