Chapter 134

Ding! Drawn sign: Worst sign, Hai Palace.

【Sign verse: Seeking wealth brings delay and doubt, beware idle worries invite trouble; like a bird flying into a net, how much time remains for meetings?】

Another worst sign!?

Lin Mo frowned—this doesn't make sense.

How could my luck value draw two worst signs in a row?

Yet he glanced at the unlucky verse and didn't care.

Since childhood, his attitude toward drawing signs had always been: it's just…

After suffering setbacks in the Shahe Campaign, Beiyang Army commander Li Chun hastily reorganized his forces, concentrating the bulk of his troops to counterattack Lin Hu's unit. He assembled three entire regiments of Beiyang forces and, after thorough preparation, launched a fierce assault on the Shahe Town frontline.

"I have my own plan—all under control, Brother Ziyu need not worry so much!" Wang Jin held a steaming teacup; wisps of steam obscured his face, flickering like his tone, leaving his true meaning impossible to grasp.

"I practiced for a while, but never grasped the essence, so I gave up," Li Kang said, slightly embarrassed.

"But these people nowadays are all sharper than the last—hard to predict," Ling Feng sighed.

After all, the people of Huaxia live within a vast web of relationships; though this web is interconnected, one person leads to another, and gradually the thread fades—perhaps eventually snapping entirely.

"Not yet. University to me is just a phase of life experience—I don't care where I go," Li Kang said.

"Aren't you hungry? Go home and cook something—your husbands must be getting anxious!" Qiu Yue scratched his head helplessly.

Xiao Ze had just dodged the spiked club when the long leg struck him, sending him reeling backward several meters.

The leader's driver? Even officials had to treat him with higher respect—department heads and directors at the bureau treated Guan Jun with great courtesy.

"It's expensive—tearing it would be such a waste," Zuo Yisen said coolly as I refused to let go.

Wang Kai shut down Nick Fury's next question with a single sentence, leaving Fury momentarily speechless.

After offering incense with his grandmother in the main hall, Qin Fangbai was led to a side pavilion. There stood a benevolent statue of Guanyin. Qin Fangbai knelt obediently on the cushion, face filled with devotion.

Su Yingmei was stunned—had her wallet been stolen? She immediately patted herself down. Oh my god, where was her wallet? Su Yingmei searched every pocket—nowhere to be found. Only then did she notice a slit in her handbag.

Qin Fangbai being challenged was entirely expected; as his assistant, my duty was naturally to ensure he faced the challenge unharmed.

"Nothing much. Uh, I won't disturb you anymore," Shi Hangming's words made Su Wuyang blush again; she wanted to explain, but he'd already hung up.

After the earlier commotion, Zhen Xiaowei's heartache lifted. He stepped forward and took her hand. I and Leng Mochen saw them off to the lobby; Zhen Xiaowei insisted we visit often. I assured him we would.

When Ling Yang drove out of the ring road, he had already moved to the passenger seat, cradling Tian Bao, while the driver was now a clean-cut young boy.

"Sir, please calm down. I understand your feelings, but the child is gone—by the time we got to the hospital, it was too late. If you continue acting this way, the hospital will have no choice but to call the police." Perhaps sensing my grief, the doctor's tone softened slightly.

On the car, Ling Miao yawned and leaned against Su Yuyang, fast asleep. Su Yuyang smiled helplessly, then draped a coat over Ling Miao to prevent a chill. Unconcerned with the curious, strange, or excited glances from passersby, Su Yuyang held Ling Miao's waist, his gaze fixed on the raindrops swirling outside the window.