Chapter 941: Choosing Sides

Gu Master stared at the giant before him, his face beaming like a chrysanthemum in autumn, his smile brighter than sunlight, and he was stunned.

Is this really Fan Jin, the Gu Diansi?

He nearly didn't recognize him…

Mo Hua also smiled: "Gu Diansi, it's been a long time."

"Long time no see, long time no see," Gu Diansi chuckled, then bent his tall frame and extended his hand in a gesture of invitation. "Young Master, Gu Master, please come inside."

Gu Diansi, you're too kind.

Deep inside Feng Feifei's heart, she had already begun to suspect that this man surnamed Mei might truly be Jian Sanshi.

A massive explosion rang out; those who had escaped the train turned to look back and saw a carriage billowing thick smoke, followed immediately by two more explosions.

The soldiers trained here cannot be called soldiers—they should be called "killing machines."

"That's simple enough—the Yaoyao Ling is waiting…" Xia Yu ignored the boss's sorrowful expression and Yaoyao Ling's expectant face, silently wondering what Jun Lan Yiyi wanted with him.

The question suddenly surfaced in his mind; He Yu shivered, inexplicably recalling the people in the underground city who had been modified without realizing it, walking along predetermined paths, drifting farther from their former selves.

Song Daocheng, harboring resentment, wrote the most conservative figures: 500,000, with a contribution fee of 17,000.

"Hehe, these past two days I explored a new map, killed a sub-god-level boss, sold a sub-divine artifact with decent stats, and made nearly eight million." Qing Qian boasted.

Chen Mo looked at Feng Teng with a mixture of amusement and exasperation—he never expected Feng Teng to say something so crude.

Seeing that the Heavenly Kingdom had dispatched so many experts, the Japanese and Korean hackers were livid.

Thinking of this, Su Ge involuntarily stepped back, and the medicine slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

A voice utterly flat, devoid of emotional fluctuation, carried an irrevocable will—so powerful it seemed to compel Xuan Ye to turn and walk out.

To be honest, facing so many guards, I'm not sure I can break through; even if I killed them all, I'd surely alert nearby people—there are too many guards here, the commotion would be enormous.

But ideas are ideas, reality is reality: Zhou Ling truly had no special skill—beyond drawing and doing yoga every day, she had no strengths at all.

But this matter could not be ignored! The people boarding this ship were all traveling from Ronald Continent to the Free Trade Alliance, and since it was a cruise liner, every passenger was either wealthy or noble.

She stepped out first, her graceful figure light and swift, movements elegant with an inexplicable rhythm.

"Jiang Shi! Even if you don't care for your husband, you must think of the child—do you really want to abandon your home?" Gu Yijie cried out in anguish.

Now only insight remains, so one must constantly feel the true essence of wind—wind is invisible, intangible, felt only by intuition; this is far harder to master than other skills.

Because Lai Mu was senior, after Xuan Ye mentioned the token ring on his hand, Lai Mu immediately patted his chest and promised to ask on his behalf—if the island master wasn't occupied with experiments and had time, he'd come notify him and take him over.

Looking at the middle-aged man still unconscious in Wang Qian's grasp—though past middle age, he was exceptionally well-preserved—Wang Zheng nodded.

"Hehe, Brother Ping, I've always seen you holding that bamboo flute, but I've never heard you play it. Don't take this the wrong way, but are you sure you even know how to play?" Pang Zhong laughed upon hearing Lu Yiping's intention to show off.

The Li Wei family had been causing a scene outside the Golden Lion Group, presenting relevant property documents—which, upon verification at the city housing bureau, turned out to be genuine.