Chapter 843: Punishment! Are You Rich?

“Xiaobei, I’m sorry, I might have remembered wrong…”

After Ruan Wan’s warning, Li Weijuan felt a chilling unease under He Chen’s scrutinizing gaze; though she bore the grievance of Schrödinger’s cat, she chose to suppress her resentment and reconcile with Zhu Xiaobei.

“Hmph!” Zhu Xiaobei merely snorted, having no desire to acknowledge Li Weijuan.

Nothing else!

Li Weijuan hurt her too deeply.

Not with a simple “I’m sorry.”

With this force, surely it’s more than enough to wipe out the Japanese troops in Nalan City? Not only Bai Chongxi thought so, but even the commander of the dispatched Class-A Division, Qiao Xinghe, felt the same—his face twisted with disdain as his troops neared their designated position.

“Whoosh…” The palm blade slashed through the air, tearing open a rift that expanded like a monstrous maw, intent on swallowing Tang Zhan’s entire body.

Meng Fan knew no martial arts—he hadn’t even used the half-form of Xingyi he’d learned from the Xu family—but at the instant Ye Dao Gui Qi accelerated, he struck out with his Golden Core cultivation alone.

“Back then, I left behind some blood-written characters, government documents, and the Tianmen credit—the Tian character token,” Tang Feng chuckled.

Tang Feng let out a strange “heh,” and the floating ice beneath his feet glided across the water like a steamship, heading straight for the ice-frozen aquatic assassin.

Lin Mei thought Zhao Qiaozhen was being theatrical—too much acting eventually leads to self-destruction. She didn’t cherish the pure affection of an outstanding man but chased after some notion of personal power—but was that really her own strength she sought?

How could Suiren Shi possibly recognize her? He didn’t know who the old man was addressing, and he looked around—but no one responded.

Tang Feng frowned slightly, surprised that the opponent’s curved blade carried such ferocious force; he no longer hesitated, leaned forward, and slashed the Li Bie Dao across the air.

In fact, Ye Lusheng was wrong—the woman accompanying Old Lady Ye that night wasn’t Cao Liangse, but Tong Shuang.

“Tatata…” The enemy’s bullets rained down violently; some whizzed past Xiao Yunfei’s head, missing by mere millimeters—truly a hair’s breadth between life and death.

The situation was now completely one-sided: two steel battle armors facing dozens of heavily armed militants—the outcome had been decided from the start.

“You know what I’m thinking? How do you know I’m not thinking something perverted? I think it’s you who’s thinking perverted thoughts, Ya Ya,” Yan Bing smiled again.

“By the way, have you bought your outfits for tonight’s party?” her brother asked. I was speechless.

But now he holds high rank and power—dealing with someone like me probably feels like lowering himself. Can he truly treat me as an equal?

Hearing this, Wu Di couldn’t help but be startled—he realized all of this had been under his control all along, every player in the game already calculated.

Cui Shenghe whispered something, then suddenly raised his hands, gripping Tan Li’s soft breasts, and opened his bloodied mouth to bite into her neck.

Waves of heat surged through her body, leaving her utterly flushed; Li Yue lost control, her eyes glazed with desire, lips slightly parted, radiating irresistible allure.

Yet this girl Shen Yi had somehow, at some point, grabbed a blanket to cover herself.

“One hundred thousand divine arrays?” Wu Lei gasped—he felt these arrays were no weaker than the Zhenwu Zhu Xian Array.

On Bei Rui Qianxi’s side, Bei Rui thought these were a couple’s matching set and accessories; Qianxi and Bei Rui thought exactly the same.

So when it lunged at me, I gritted my teeth and charged right back—fine, let it bite me, but I won’t let it walk away unscathed.

Andy thought this Brother Lin was distorting facts to please Guan Juer. But since Brother Lin was willing to step in, let him handle it—he clearly was capable.