Chapter 825
“Come on, everyone, raise your glasses and celebrate this chance!”
He Chen raised his glass with a smile and offered a toast.
“...” The women fell silent together, but under Zhou Gege’s enthusiastic first response, they all raised their glasses.
Zhou Gege had no such complex emotions.
Looking in the mirror? Fine, nothing wrong with that.
She had merely taken advantage of the mirror’s benefit to get so close to He Chen, and “her reflection in the mirror,” Ruan Wan, had a brotherly bond with He Chen.
Fortunately, Night Rose was on night shift; Flying Tiger leaned back against the car seat, and the drowsiness of night duty instantly washed over him—he fell asleep.
Neither Flying Brother nor the others came to find Lin Mu in the afternoon or evening; both went downstairs to eat on their own. Many in the crew were Lin Mu’s people, so no other issues needed consideration.
Lin Mu was already content; Zhang Ziyi had given up. The upcoming award ceremony would have no further impact on them—they watched the unfolding events with smiles.
Zhang Ruofeng couldn’t have been more delighted. In his past life, he had spent eight full years lying in bed, never having faced a one-on-one challenge. He had stuffed his mind with basketball IQ, learning countless defensive footwork techniques. Now that Zhao Jian had come to him, it was the perfect chance to put them all into practice.
The fire-shell beetle’s abdomen was likewise encased in thick armor; its entire body seemed hidden within plated armor, leaving almost no blind spots.
Ye Yaotiao, burdened by thoughts, walked slowly. She did not return to the hotel but wandered aimlessly along the outskirts of Shilipu.
Damn it! They’d mistaken them for salespeople—that’s why! Flying Tiger had thought... Clearly, he’d been overthinking. What a hateful man—he always imagined himself as noble.
Beside him, an old man with a hooked nose added, also dressed in a purple robe, revealing not a trace of cultivation—just an ordinary person.
Wang Qiang stared in surprise at the thin man before him, wondering why among so many people, this fellow had singled him out.
After hearing the verdict, Wang Qiang fell silent for several seconds, then suddenly activated his mech and took a few steps forward, arriving beneath the loudspeaker.
Ouyi Hua looked envious—if he went to Li Jing’s home in Shenyang, he’d be thousands of miles away from them.
Wu Song approached again and again, but the Koreans’ arrows were too precise—he couldn’t close in. Frustrated, the Second Son reached into his pouch and pulled out a Thunder Summoning Pill.
Yet, when the Blood Demon Elder tried to retreat, it was too late! The killing aura from over a million troops converging was terrifying—it surged forward instantly, nearly as fast as a soul attack.
“Gentlemen, you must be from Qingzhou Prefecture?” Wu Yantian bowed to the three mysterious black-clad figures. With battle imminent, he still hadn’t confirmed their identities—his Wu family’s intelligence network had failed badly.
Wang Bai wasn’t as skilled as Xu Wushuang in stock matters, so naturally he listened to her. He thought of one more thing to mention and told her he had personally sold off Guanglin Pharmaceutical Factory.
Yet with the Five Greats—Death God, Void Emperor, and others—stationed, no one dared act recklessly, so the “Skywatch Plan” continued smoothly.
After all, the virtues they praised, Li Shenglin had truly demonstrated—but why hadn’t the reporters praised his handsome movements and elegant skills?
Hearing he could secure the final order from Ishihara Corporation without investing a cent—just lending his name for two percent equity—Zhong Jinmin had no reason to refuse; he grinned from ear to ear.
“Get ready to strike!” Lin Nianluo knew exactly what to do at this moment: strike while the Fushan City Lord was careless and catch him off guard.
The man, momentarily forgetting his own doubts due to Nannan’s disturbance, suddenly turned his head and looked toward the restaurant entrance—he sensed someone watching him, an unfriendly aura.
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