Chapter 282

Xu Yunfei glanced at what Su Nan had written and sneered—killed you a horse? The lord of the mansion wouldn't even bother replying to you.

Gil's arrival eased Zhao Fei's tension; she was on the verge of madness, utterly powerless against these people, who constantly demanded she take charge or force a meeting with the mysterious figure behind the New Order—Zhao Fei had no idea what the New Order even was.

He spent only a few minutes completing all this; hearing the distant sirens, Liu Hao smiled knowingly, then deliberately revealed his presence, letting the bar's bodyguards spot him—in barely a minute, at least twenty guards rushed over.

Everyone nodded in silence; they abandoned the effort to rescue Ding Sancheng—the Wolong City could not be taken; even if they captured Ding Sancheng, Zhang Zhen would reclaim it immediately. Now they had to consider how to preserve their strength for a final stand or retreat.

Hong Yuanming's heart tightened; Liu Hai blurted out the gun outright, looking utterly unafraid, leaving Hong Yuanming momentarily stunned. He wondered silently—could Liu Hai have some powerful backing?

From the subtle aura radiating from their exteriors, one could discern their secret martial traits; Li Qingyuan's gaze swept over them all, finally settling on the prodigies of the Bai and Xu families.

How could they be untouchable? Even if the Eternal Trading Association couldn't handle them, didn't they have plenty of partners? Together, they could surely crush the opponent.

He tapped the massive pillar, then pushed against its surface with both hands, trying to move it—but no matter how fiercely he channeled his strength, the pillar showed no reaction whatsoever.

So, Vali had always been immersed in studying combat techniques, always on the hunt for someone to fight.

Su Anbang smiled calmly; he hadn't expected Jiang Yikang to win outright, and with Li Zuojie suffering a crushing defeat.

"Big Meat!" he shouted, leaping up, making Shui Yiren beside him burst into laughter.

"Don't cry, I'll get him out right away." His heart ached with sorrow; tenderly, he wiped away Shui Yiren's tears, then stared at the roaring inferno—the flames howled with the night wind, as if screaming to devour everything—yet he still tapped his toe and charged straight in.

To others, this bandaging made her hands look utterly useless, incapable even of basic self-care.

The incessant chatter filled her ears; Mu Ling felt a sharp pain in her brain, struggling to speak but unable to utter a word. The voices in her dream were so clear—but why couldn't she make out any faces?

Da Niu saw Shui Yiren was truly angry, so he decided to avoid her wrath, pouted, and turned to leave—fine, he'd just come back later.

Cai Tiantian had come out with the Li family; if anything happened, the Cai family would have no one to blame but themselves.

She suppressed her smile, lay down gently, and looked at Feng Weiwei with an expression that said, "Is it really that mushy?"

Yun Haotian seemed to have forgotten him—he grabbed a bun and ate it himself, gobbling it down without offering another bite.

Lu Cai'er, Li Shuang, and Shen Mei were still lingering in Taiping Town; because of the earlier rain, they were trapped in the inn.

At the banquet, Qi Li watched Mu Ling and Beiming Yuan arrive together, their faces glowing with unmistakable joy. Qi Li had thought avoiding their wedding would be enough—but seeing them together, he realized he was wrong.

"I ask you—whose hands is the mine in now?" Li Chengqian seemed in good spirits, explaining slowly to Lin Xiaoxiao.

His originally smooth, delicate face gradually vanished beneath the disguise paste; Li Feng, following the Baesaodonia features, preserved the facial structure but made the skin rough, as if weathered by time.

The Purple Crystal Ants, once they began pursuit, always shattered the ground to crush the Stone Core—unaware that beneath the surface, the Purple Crystal Humans had already turned the earth into a quagmire. Thus, what was meant to be surface-level spinning cuts became a runaway drill plunging deep underground.

If I called again, it'd be forty million two hundred thousand. For Liu Peng, it wasn't about the money—it was the humiliation. It was clearly worth no more than ten million at most, yet it had been bid up to forty-one million, and he still had to buy it.

At this moment, personally leading the fleet down the Yangtze into Shu was like a blind man feeling his way—over a hundred Chen River ships navigated the winding cliffs.

Along the way, they encountered some local Samhan people; after asking a few questions, they pressed on. Seven or eight days later, they finally gleaned some information from a native of Mouhan, and Dengzi was greatly encouraged.

It resembled a compass, but its carapace bore markings like dried bloodstains—clearly ancient, as if permanently imprinted.

Budugen received Cao Cao's order and immediately grasped its cunning—he led his troops from the North Gate toward the East Gate.

Li Xiang didn't waste words; the two Phantom Crystal Rabbits were identical—choosing either made no difference. Victory depended entirely on each side's beast-taming skill, making the contest perfectly fair.

Over three hundred men crept forward, still three to four hundred meters from the Blackwood Cliff's wall—when they were all wiped out, leaving only flickering torches, still struggling to glow.

He should've rested yesterday—but his replacement, the fat Hu, came up with a dozen excuses and insisted he take over his shift.

On the deck of the winning vessel stood a young man in a brilliant sea-blue outfit, his attire luxurious beyond measure, adorned with golden ornaments at his head and waist—clearly a man of great wealth and status.

Wat could understand this; after all, he could trust only this group of subordinates now.

Mo Niang, hollow-eyed, laid You Ran's body flat, fetched her most beautiful and cleanest garments, dressed her, tidied her face, and combed and pinned her hair.

On the operating table, Sang Ruo was like a slab of meat on a butcher's block—her chest pried open by clamps, her heart, liver, spleen, and lungs snatched away one by one by bustling white-coats and carried to another operating room next door, where they were urgently needed.

It was just a formality; the common folk didn't have so many rituals—mainly, close family and dear friends needed to meet, then share a meal.

Pain would be secondary; if she got burned, especially on her face, her life would be ruined.

After Leng Zifeng left, the silent courtyard was left with only Xi Ruoyan—until a mocking voice suddenly rang out.

Mo Li pulled out a finely crafted bamboo tube, its interior fitted with a spring mechanism—clearly a hidden weapon.