Chapter 857

“You can’t possibly claim you came from an ordinary family, with parents who didn’t give you a starting point in life that others might spend their entire lives striving to reach, can you?”

While Wei Yunjie was lost in thought, He Chen pressed on: “Of course, you could say they didn’t arrange everything for you—not even your whole life—but can you honestly say you reached your current position entirely through your own hard work?”

Can you confidently say you are...

“What’s this?” Wu Shi looked at the storage bracelet Yun Yang handed him, frowning in confusion.

“How’s it? Not bad, right? Even higher-end places wouldn’t get tenants—foreigners rarely stay in such luxury; most guests here are still mainland nouveau riche, and they spare no expense,” Ouyang Hong said as she walked out.

“Drawing a prison on the ground,” Wu Ming murmured softly, and the great momentum of heaven and earth gathered before him on the earth.

The situation was dire—Qian Wangtian was about to be assaulted—when Bai Da grabbed the White Tiger Hall chief’s jaw, gave it a slight twist, and instantly dislocated it; the chief immediately screamed in panic.

Jiang Fumei froze in midair, speechless for a long while. Jiang Fayan looked at the humanoid artifact, then at her sister, her heart filled with doubt.

Bai Da extended a finger and tapped the man’s philtrum; the finger’s aura shot out like lightning. The man jolted awake, his face turning ashen, sweat pouring down.

Besides feeling it necessary to supervise the banks, Li Song also believed maritime trade needed clear boundaries. Liu Zongyuan was handling both trade and management—this was dangerous. Even if certain projects were later monopolized by the Inner Court, oversight remained vital; the greatest flaws arise when officials also become merchants.

Old Zhan, his voice booming, scolded Zhan Qi, and when he grew agitated, his sharp glares and the cane in his hand couldn’t help but strike toward Zhan Qi.

To defy Yao Tian’s face, Yun Yang had to feel sorry for those people. Though he hadn’t interacted much with Yao Tian, he knew this guy and Yin Long were both lawless types.

“Then, out of this blood tie, tell me—how did you know he had an argument with Yan Le that night?” Qin Zhongsong’s voice was utterly ordinary.

When Qin Junxi and the others returned to the hospital, Qiao Xin’s mother was still peacefully asleep in her hospital bed.

On this side of the mountain, there was a relatively flat area; the giant vines and ancient trees along the path had all been cut down, still green, and damp patches on the ground bore unburied tire tracks and footprints.

Qi Yu slowly closed his laptop, said nothing, and looked at Chan’er, slowly telling her everything about Zong Bailu. To his surprise, upon hearing it, Chan’er’s face lit up with sudden understanding; she placed her hands on her hips and spoke.

Jiang Xuelin’s final remark was, in fact, meant to dissuade her father from targeting that particular “escort item.”

“But this matter has only been passed down orally among disciples—no one ever told Uncle Shu or the others. It’s only natural they wouldn’t know!” the second man still protested.

I yelped, pointing at my own head, and suddenly remembered—ten years ago, there really was a princess who sent me to steal jewels. Could it be this one?

Not only was the sky extraordinarily distant, but looking in all directions, the distance remained indiscernible. The blue space offered clear visibility, yet no matter how hard I strained to see, the horizon blurred into nothingness. Perhaps it was only dozens of feet ahead—or perhaps ten thousand zhang.

But nothing could stop Shui Yan’s body from slowly collapsing, limp and falling to the ground.

The river pirates were celebrating, setting off fireworks; soldiers from the anti-pirate force shouted from their ships, and officers gathered at the windows, gazing upward—no, they were taunting, so smug, as if they truly believed they had won.