Chapter 177: Senior! I Applied to This School Because of You

"Mm, I just moved to a new place, made a bit of money, didn't know how to spend it, so I bought a bigger house."

Cao Sheng joked, portraying himself as someone who got restless with a little money.

Wei Dongming was curious. "So where did you move to now? Is it far from our school?"

Cao Sheng: "A little bit farther. Come play at my place when you have time!"

He spoke out of politeness, but Wei Dongming immediately nodded. "Great! How about we go right now—"

The two kept moving without stopping their feet; in a flash they crossed that great river and discovered, hidden within a dense forest, an incredibly huge cave.

Immediately, several drug lords began to quarrel. Seated at the table next to Xiao Ming was a huge fat man wearing a gaudy shirt, squinting as he ate the grapes before him, paying no attention at all to the argument in the hall.

"Naturally, it is because the former number one under heaven, the benefactor Ding Wannian, fell ill and died some time ago." Master Liaowu said with a somewhat Solemn tone.

Orca walked forward to an open space where eight bodies, covered entirely in cloth, were lined up on the ground. Orca placed a hand on his chest and silently recited a eulogy for these knights who had died bravely in battle.

With Xiao Ming causing such a scene, the interrogation room could definitely not continue the interrogation; they had no choice but to detain Xiao Ming temporarily and deal with it tomorrow. When Squad Leader Ling left, he only repeatedly warned Xiao Ming that he must not admit to being the killer. Xiao Ming knew that as long as he held out, Deputy Director Dong would have no way to deal with him.

"Yes." Su Qingyu nodded again. He really wanted to sit down; standing like this felt like punishment, and it was truly uncomfortable.

After Zhang Yan got home, she always felt uneasy in her heart. After thinking it over, she finally figured out that no matter how much she persuaded him, Ye Weian would not pay attention to her and would still tell his aunt; no matter what, Ye Weian had to listen to his aunt.

However, Orca was still not at ease, so he 'took' time out of his schedule to personally lead people to the nearest Zaland camp and decided to conduct an unannounced inspection.

"You just sit there, next to Lin Xiaoxiao." Teacher Wang pointed casually at the empty seat next to Lin Xiaoxiao, then turned around, said two words to Teacher Zhang, and left.

Meng Jun was not surprised by this; in the afternoon, Jin Qing had already told him it was the plague. Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked at Jin Qing.

Even if there were scratches, a little polishing would do, because it was the color of the steel plate itself, not paint.

More and more Xenomorphs emerged from the primeval forest, then converged toward the base city. At a glance, it was all a sea of black Xenomorphs; they hissed, roared, and ran, and in the blink of an eye they surrounded the base city so tightly that not even water could get through.

The Second Senior Brother was bursting with fire, like a giant hedgehog; even if the opponent was a fierce tiger, seeing a monster like the Second Senior Brother, it didn't know how to strike for a moment.

The defensive line formed by the Four Great Pillars—Rock Dras, Pengpeng Louis, Diamond Grosso, and Westman—had both speed and strength; even the reserve defenders on the bench were all of considerable skill.

So, sometimes people encounter that very rare situation where, although that person was already bedridden from illness, a chance occurrence at the last moment hit the mark by accident, allowing him to recover completely.

In a person's life, one must eventually be buried and rest in peace; no matter how glorious one was in life, one brings nothing when born and takes nothing when dying. High Ancestor, who dominated the world for a lifetime and was called the number one expert under heaven, was a legendary existence in the Jianghu, yet he ultimately perished.

Maurizio Pollini, the master and director of the piano department at the Milan Conservatory, was not only a die-hard AC Milan fan but also very influential among the 'Rossoneri'. The master was also a very close personal friend of Berlusconi, one of the few true friends Old Bai had.

"Especially for me, from the moment I was born, I had nothing. No family, no friends, no recognition or care from anyone."