Chapter 257: Challenge! Geng Metal and Xin Metal! (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Zhu Zishun and the others arrived quickly and left just as swiftly.

After Chu Wange obtained her ranking, the group departed the scene.

Many observant eyes had noticed this scene.

Especially Chen Xuanzhi and the others seated in the audience, their expressions turned surprised upon seeing the group leave.

"So they came just to watch Chu Wange and Long A's match!?"

Chen Xuanzhi exclaimed in astonishment.

"So that's it—I thought they'd come here to…"

Li Baichuan scolded loudly, furious and anxious, genuinely doubting whether Li Hu's temperament should have been involved at all.

"Miss Su Su, why not walk down? I've already arranged for someone to wait—the night market in the imperial capital is more beautiful than any town's; a stroll there will surely lift your spirits," Qian Ze smiled.

While Gaster wasn't paying attention to Bianbian, its form changed again—the center of the fireball had somehow opened into a large eye, a terrifying, empty eye devoid of any emotion, as if painted by a failed artist.

After exchanging a few polite pleasantries, Louis chose to leave; there was still much to do, no time for idle chatter—the upper command had sent word ordering Louis to lead the field division to retrieve the captured Zero.

The seat beside him was obviously meant for Wan Ziqi; she wouldn't steal the spotlight, so she'd sit behind him instead.

Since ancient times, anything mentioned in connection with him has always signified the utmost terror and ill omen.

The agonized Hein had turned into a puddle of water. "Water substitute—when did that happen!" The tide turned; Aisha felt as if she'd been toyed with, a sensation that left her expression furious.

"Enough, stop talking! I know what you want to ask—about your situation, let Rekton speak," Leon paused his actions, studying Hein with a sense of unease.

Mo Nian silently pulled from his pocket his long-hoarded item: 【Daedalus's Ball of Thread】, an S-class item that, despite possessing it for years, he'd never found a use for—until now, as if heaven itself had come to his aid.

His palm struck Shu Qing's chest with force; the qi wave passed through her body, stirring up layers of dust.

"What on earth can we do!" Qin Tian grew anxious—he didn't want Jiang Guoxiong to die here.

"Regarding your crimes, the ledger has already recorded them clearly—you've already confessed to killing Qian Wanyi—so your fate should be obvious, correct?" Song Lancheng asked softly.

Tang Wanyi, who had witnessed the entire scene from behind, stared blankly—what the hell was going on? Were plainclothes cops making an arrest?

Qin Jiaren had always had a fiery temper, and in this world, she hadn't toned it down one bit.

But these new businesses, though currently popular in the market, just how promising is their future?

Zhuang Jun seemed to sense something—a familiar yet alien memory flashed through her mind; in a momentary daze, she looked up to see a club raised above her head, about to strike.

And among true internet entrepreneurs with dreams, it was Sui Bo's "Internet Faith" theory that moved them most.

Qiu Mingqing leapt forward, one step spanning dozens of zhang, like a sparrow skimming low over the ground.

What trick did Li Mingjuan have up her sleeve to make Wang Cailian so delighted, while causing Lao Niu and Yi Zhan to shed their gloom? We'll find out next time.

Li Xinheng looked up at Shao Shao's tear-streaked face, then sighed deeply.

"You're just bored and stirring up trouble!"—those words ignited a hornet's nest; several people who'd bought fish from him began shouting again, and two men grabbed Lao Chen's collar, fists raised, visibly furious—as if he dared say another word, they'd beat him.

"Officer Sam, I think you're mistaken—your American regulations apply only to Americans, not to citizens of any other country, correct?" Though he'd never studied international law, Yang Tianlong knew this much.