Chapter 969: The Innocent

Shen Qingsheng's heart and courage were shattered; he struggled: "No, don't kill me!"

"I'm a direct descendant of the Shen family—you can't kill me!"

"If you kill me, my father will kill you, and the Shen family won't let you go unpunished…"

Mo Hua suddenly stopped.

Shen Qingsheng froze, then screamed: "You're afraid now, good! Quickly, let me go!"

Mo Hua slowly approached Shen Qingsheng, extended his palm, and placed it on Shen Qingsheng's head.

Shen

"Fine, fine—who am I to argue? I'm the junior disciple, and the Master is in seclusion with no one to back me up. Since you've come, then come." Qing Ze could only reluctantly agree.

General Su nodded slightly, "Good, I shall do my utmost to assist." His voice was deep, full of masculine gravitas.

"Hah! No one has ever dared speak such bold words—I'd like to see what talent you have to dare mock our Gu art!" Lan Ling'er sneered, flicking her hand and sending a cloud of pink mist toward Qin Bin.

But this time, Kristina and Emily did not act; instead, they sat atop the Undead Tyrannosaur, chatting and laughing with Xirisi, waiting to reap the rewards.

"Annoying," Nanaizi slapped Wang Feng's mischievous hand off her chest—but it had no effect.

"This is only the first one. You should know, the methods we know for tormenting people are merely skin-deep—our Master's skills are far greater. If you yield, just tell me, and I'll withdraw the needles. Otherwise, you'll suffer endlessly." Zi Ji explained, reaching out to retrieve another silver needle.

He was willing to wait, unafraid of waiting—but he feared seeing coldness, even indifference or revulsion in her eyes.

The door's handle was bound by an iron chain as thick as an arm, secured with a heavy lock—solid enough that even an axe couldn't break it.

"Vice Chairman, what did the Chairman say?" Zhao Tianma, leader of the Tianma Gang, was the first to ask, having witnessed just how terrifying Wang Feng could be.

Qin Bin did not see this scene—if he had, he might truly have carried his gift to Zhai Jinguo's home to beg for mentorship; his seduction skills were nothing short of master-level.

"We want to play too, but there are inspectors! And there aren't many days left—I don't want any trouble! You all come too!" Lai Ge completely ignored Han Bing's nonsense.

It was true—and far exceeded Yang Shaozong and the others' expectations; clearly, the marketing genius's creativity held immense power.

Bei Lide narrowed his eyes, weighing the possibility of striking today. The other's attitude enraged him, but for his delicate, pampered self to fight to the death with this opponent? Impossible. If not fighting, there was only one other option.

Su Nanmuling's heart bled—these were his own tribe's elite warriors. Now blocked at the city gate, slaughtered like chopping vegetables, his eyes turned red.

"Yang'er, help her sit there. If she acts up again, take her back to Wanruo Palace." He blamed himself—his past indulgence had spoiled her into such lawlessness and arrogance.

"If I'm right, it should be the Jade Emperor Heaven. If the Huaxia Heaven rises, many cultivators yearning for their motherland might return to Huaxia Heaven—and that's something the Jade Emperor Heaven cannot tolerate," Huo Xiangkong sneered.

Regardless of how the approval process worked, since it was a collective decision of the Party Committee, what responsibility could Yang Shaozong, merely the draft writer, bear?

"Of course I missed you—that's why I came!" Wu Rina's eyes held only Hu Daming; even Zhang Kai beside her she could ignore.

Shen Hanluo suddenly felt exhausted—you were kidnapped, and now I have to cook for you.

"What? Uncle! Are you serious?" While desperately calculating his pitiful assets, Zhao Ming heard the handsome uncle beside his bed offering him a job—his debts could be repaid slowly with his salary. At that moment, Zhao Ming could hardly believe his ears.