Chapter 193: Stunning Debut

The people of the entire province spread word of the Marquis of Champion's fame, and for Ying Fei, who drove the Xianbei armies out of the Central Plains and stood firm at the critical moment, the people of Bingzhou held genuine respect and affection.

These two items are meant for solid bullets; they're useless as concentrated energy sources.

One misstep could let the enemy break through and storm in—then Youzhou would truly be unable to find peace.

"Brother, watching others fight, are you really that pleased?" Suddenly, a shoe peddler approached, his face grim.

And this emotion finally erupted as he crossed two streets and arrived at a slave merchant's guild nestled at the corner.

So he truly hadn't expected that even a random night club could harbor enemies of this caliber—could the Hong Kong triads really possess such deep reserves?

This was a hotel that called itself three-star, but in reality likely didn't even reach two-star—basic conditions, yet still clean.

Thus, Ai Zheqin's chosen strategy was organized resistance, and all the trialists aboard the ship indeed did the same.

Such order, such swift response, such Lei Ting-level execution—how could one not feel profound emotion and deep satisfaction?

Yet a thousand gold pieces are worth less than one life; Master Huang truly possesses the magnanimity of trusting those he employs and rejecting those he doubts, and arranged for everyone to dig as we instructed.

A fraction of sincerity, a fraction of desire—perhaps Se'er truly loved Shangguan Jue'ai, but Shangguan Jue'ai's treatment of her now is surely only desire.

"She said for Commander Wu to take care of his health, not to worry excessively over her affairs—she only wishes to spend her remaining days in Beiping…" Yu Shuangren, who had long ties with Li Xuan, sighed as he spoke.

The gazes of those around also fixed on Su Lingfeng, awaiting what new tricks she might reveal.

Yang Lin still felt uneasy, picked up his Qiu Long club, descended the stairs, and took several Tai Bao with him to patrol back and forth.

"Brother Shangguan, have a drink." Jing Ruoran was no longer the lofty emperor of the court, and Shangguan Jue'ai was no longer the timid commoner.

One hundred and nineteen days—he could no longer sit still, pacing back and forth in the underground palace, the floor creaking beneath his feet, sweat beading in his palms.

Er Lei ran off to the side; Qu Lan Yi chuckled softly, his handsome face clearly expressing: You think you can fight me? Yun Feng smiled helplessly—it truly was one thing subduing another; the hot-tempered, arrogant Er Lei, who looked down on everyone, always lost to Qu Lan Yi—his absolute counterweight.

"Go ahead and speak." Wu Anfu was genuinely curious—what were Hong Fu and Li Jing really up to?

The group settled temporarily in this place, seemingly far from worldly clamor; Mo Changge was strictly monitored, not allowed to leave even a step—this made him stifled, yet there was nothing he could do; escaping under the eyes of Qu Lan Yi and Yun Feng's beasts was utterly impossible.

"A fine line: 'Alone in my branch, I yearn for you.'" Entering the inner chamber, he saw Zi Ruojing seated calmly beside the qin.

Guan Chenji's tone was cold. But Si Chenyi knew this coldness all too well—it was surface coldness; the colder he appeared, the more he suppressed himself.

Yu Youjia gazed at them; moonlight traced a faint smile, every shadow's shape perfectly shaded.

Chen Xing's song still echoed; in the video, his energetic singing and dancing, even without crowd cheers or applause, still stirred the heart.

"You really plan to shoot all night? Can you endure it?" Gu Lian frowned as she cross-checked the recent filming schedule with Wu Qian.

And lately, the ringing had become especially untimely—just as one was about to drift peacefully into sleep in a blissful, tranquil atmosphere, the sudden ring shattered all sleepiness.

Somehow, since hearing his master's words, Gao Jun had learned he wasn't from the Marquis's household, and very likely was from the Gao family—thus, his affection for Gao Yao came from the heart; he couldn't help glancing at her more often, noticing she had changed greatly since his last visit to the Pasture Village.

When Si Qing and the others returned, they told Liu Yuru about the matter of Commissioner Chu; Liu Yuru frowned again—he was on those pages, and Chu Suiliang's name appeared after him. Anyone on that list made her uneasy.

Now, only Guan Chenji, Guan Lei, Si Chenyi, and the servants remained in the villa—the servants had been dismissed by Si Chenyi, and the atmosphere subtly shifted again.

Wasn't it just an ordinary spirit that took it? Wasn't the selection made from students of the Spirit Academy? Looks like I'll be scolded again by Gelewas.

"Hmph, I'm not eating dinner—I'm going on a diet!" Song Yiyi pouted, turning her head away in a huff.

Exiting the Grass Spirit's Mystical realm, Yan Ming immediately broke into a run; the nanosuit, resembling a black leather trench coat, instantly switched to combat mode, enveloping his entire body and boosting his speed manyfold.

"Logically, these trees have been dead for years, rotted to this state—how could there be no Shichong inside? Even without Shichong, there should be traces of their activity or some eggs." Ling'er analyzed.

"Topple Yuan Tiangang! Topple Yuan Tiangang! Topple Yuan Tiangang…" Someone started it—every rebel soldier shouted in unison; over two hundred thousand voices roared like rolling thunder, shaking hearts; Yuan Tiangang's face turned grim.

"That won't do! Under their protection, how can you ever grow into a true man?" Ling'er urged.

But by noon, he could no longer bear it—the addiction struck again; Chen Ao lost consciousness and went mad. Whether it was because he'd eaten and gained strength, this episode nearly tore the room apart.

Huang Xuanling sighed and shook his head—not that he wanted to emerge from seclusion now, but the current situation forced him to choose it.

After Li Hao strode out of the Ministry of Justice prison, he couldn't help glancing back—the gloomy prison gate resembled the mouth of a beast; how many bandits and high officials had perished within it—he had walked out unscathed, truly not easy.