Chapter 199: Pure Yang Law! The Charlatan Lin Mo! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Puff… puff…"

Lin Mo gasped for air in large, ragged breaths.

The other two were no better off.

Chu Wange lowered his hand and silently circulated her cultivation technique to regulate her breath.

Long A lay on the ground like a dead dog, utterly devoid of his earlier frenzy, mouth open as he panted "Hah… hah… hah…"

Even though all three heard the reward notification in their ears, they showed no reaction.

Several hours

Wang Peng met Shao Lingyun, who had rushed over upon receiving his call, outside Han Shuilin's office; after exchanging a glance, they said nothing and followed Han Shuilin into Jiang Yishan's office.

Li Dapeng, upon seeing Li Nan, immediately glared with bulging eyes, his cheeks puffing out as if Li Nan were no different from his father's murderer.

"Qianji, are you certain this is the place?" Cang Yuan stared at the long path lined with purple thorn vines and several white bones lying there.

After seeing Si Mo leading Batu's remnants away, Mu Kun ordered the guards on the city wall to keep watch and monitor the movements below, then followed Nan Ming toward the General's Mansion.

"Forget it—love affairs are none of our business. Haven't the gang faced plenty of obstacles these past two years?" Long Zhihun's expression turned serious as he asked the group.

If a stranger drove a cart into this street, no matter who he was, he would be dead within an instant.

"Moxuan, I know you're worried, but Xi Men Jingyan would never do this. If he wanted me, he could have taken me when we met before Green Shadow Bay—why wait until now?" Qian Ruoruo understood what Jing Moxuan feared, and naturally stopped being angry.

Being suddenly summoned to Qi Yi's office, with no explanation over the phone, Qiu Ling was completely baffled. But one thing she knew: if Qi Yi had broken protocol to call her in, it must be something major concerning her.

Li Nan, however, smiled faintly, reached out to pick up the half-warm teacup, but his hand trembled, spilling the cup—half a cup of hot water gushed out, soaking the scroll sent by Dragon Brother, which lay on the coffee table.

"This matter was initiated by American journalist Teller, whose aim is to undermine the ruling party and gain political capital for the opposition in the congressional elections," said Wei Lihuang.

As soon as our Master Yuan recovered, he thought of his Keke… but what was he thinking? He wasn't that desperate.

Fortunately, this place was near the dock and surrounded by mountains on three sides, making it hard for sea winds to reach; Yang Feng didn't have to worry the sailboats would drift out to sea, otherwise he'd have to laboriously anchor all three vessels—and that would have exhausted him to the point of collapse.

Here, our Master Yuan naturally fell silent again and began puffing smoke once more.

Unable to deduce their whereabouts, he could not search for them; the only thing he could do was maximize their fortune value.

"If so, where is the primordial rule?" Qin Fang asked inwardly the question he cared about most.

Other units needed two days to rest, but the Night Collectors could not; after a brief two-hour rest, Zhao Laoda led a thousand Night Collectors onto the black land beyond the pass.

Our Master Yuan had only been transported here for two months, so even today he hadn't integrated into this era… well, even if he stayed on this timeline for twenty or thirty years, he'd never truly see himself as a contemporary Chinese.

Whether others praised his work or criticized it, Gu Dalu didn't care—he wouldn't change his decisions based on their opinions.

Second, recall how Jian Feng once stood tall and mighty, holding the Imperial Sword, vowing to slay the tiger. Yet he stole millions in gold and foreign exchange, swept his sleeve, and vanished westward, leaving only his silhouette for others to admire—how could we not bestow upon him the character "Jian"?