Chapter 98: Still Have Experts! (10,000 Words—Day 4! Request Monthly Tickets!)

“Decathlon…”

Nan Xiangwan looked at He Chen with a strange expression, then suddenly asked, “Can you swim?”

“No,” He Chen shook his head.

“Then aren’t you afraid someone will challenge you to a swimming contest?” Nan Xiangwan’s disappointment flickered briefly in her eyes.

Unlike her, who showed off her figure by not wearing the uniform, He Chen wore loose school clothes, making his physique impossible to discern.

She had only paid attention to his face before.

Now only

“Baby, wait for me in the room,” Megatron patted the girl’s firm butt and smiled.

Lu Chen’s spirit stirred; he gestured, and the Blood Lotus rose from the crevice, landing in his hand. After a brief hesitation, he tossed it without hesitation to Pei Shaoqing.

Beside him, Mo Yichen also watched, a faint smile always on his lips—he was genuinely happy.

The third reason is simplest: after the Peng-Feng Rebellion, the Western Chu Army is now at its weakest and most vulnerable stage; if we don’t seize this opportunity to eliminate Western Chu now, once they recover, destroying them will only become harder.

Seeing her frantically explain, Luo Huixue couldn’t help smiling, warmth rising in his heart.

The most bewildered were Qin Tang and Qin Lang—they had just learned of the clan elders’ plans and hadn’t prepared at all, yet the world had already changed dramatically.

“Jie jie, confidence is good, but too much makes you look stupid—you can’t even touch me, how can you win?” The Blood Emperor mocked me, lounging lazily.

“Hehe, never thought I’d meet such a beauty here…” Huang Ning stared greedily at Ji Yao, now like a lust-crazed beast, utterly devoid of the cold, lethal demeanor he showed upon arrival.

“This is medicine—I brought it back from the Outer Realms. It will strengthen your body and repel external toxins,” Lu Weining gazed at Feng Tian with a mysterious expression.

Jin Jisoo stepped out wearing a red turtleneck sweater, dark blue jeans, and plain yellow cotton ankle socks, slippers on her feet.

Having learned the truth, she clearly understood the immense risk Sui had taken by appearing here.

Seeing Chen Yu nod, Xie Zicai felt a bit annoyed, but with no evidence, he could only go to bed.

Yuan Song writhed on the ground in pain, bewildered—he didn’t know why Grandpa had hit him, nor why he suddenly wanted to go to the Yan family, but he was too agonized to speak, teeth bared.

“Don’t go too far—I know you can make money, but the Idol Card is a company project with huge future market potential,” said the Marketing Department Director.

Ye Shuhua pinned Li Yang down, her hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, her loose T-shirt stretched and distorted by the motion, revealing large patches of pale skin; Li Yang struggled beneath her, begging for mercy.

Any female who touched his skin—even if it was pig’s trotter soup made from a slaughtered sow—would cause him to faint instantly upon contact.

Resigning now is clearly due to the impact of this incident; nearly everyone from Nanshan Team was deployed, Li Gang led from the front, and auxiliary officers couldn’t retreat either, but none had ever faced such danger—after this brush with death, some naturally began reevaluating the value of this job.

Such powerful beings joined forces to fight this Hepajedun monster—and still let it escape.

Aji suddenly felt powerless; as each truth was peeled away, her previous assumptions were overturned one by one, as if the original reality of many things had nothing to do with what she had imagined.

As before, she extended her slender right hand, raised the branch, and gently waved it forward; the leaves on the branch trembled violently.

Wang Hongyuan wasn’t asking casually—Special Operations Division had extremely strict confidentiality rules; leaking information would be severely punished.

Reaching this stage often requires many people to train for a year, even several years.