Chapter 415: Miserable Liu Shishi

He spent the night awake.

When Li Luo boarded the flight to Shanghai, yawning, just as celebrities across the board were rushing back to their sets by air, news reports about last night’s Harper’s Bazaar Star Charity Night swept across the entire internet.

After years of hosting it,

Liu Jiang and Su Mang both clearly recognized the charity gala as a powerful asset.

Whether in attracting celebrities, generating public attention, or securing support from authorities,

“I waited so many years—I thought what my general and I needed was only time. But your arrival made me realize: I didn’t lose to time. I lost to him—I lost to his devotion,” Lin Dieyu said.

Hearing Long Tian’s shout, the squad leader shuddered, his eyes slowly returning to normal, yet the fear within them refused to vanish.

“What’s going on?” Seeing his life-weapon trembling in fear, Tianpeng’s face darkened. He exerted all his strength to stir the weapon’s spirit and blocked the incoming assault.

Roaring, he charged toward me—his movements were swift, his combat power already surpassing that of previous enemies.

After being subtly criticized by the Prince and the two elders, Nan Gong Aotian felt stifled, his face flushing red as he fell silent.

Jian Ning refused to utter another word, not even mentioning Fu Tianze, waiting for whatever was to come.

Chen Feng, still in meditation, did not know that Ling Yu intended to kill him in person—yet at that very moment, her intention inadvertently saved his life.

Ye Hua furrowed his brows as if deep in thought, then lifted a slender finger to pick up the paper bearing the military token, squinting at Hua Xuanji.

What could she return? She had nothing left, while Pengcheng lacked nothing. The only thing she could do for Pengcheng was to accept his kindness fully, then sever all ties with him—only then could she avoid tarnishing his image as a top idol and accomplished male actor, for she herself would be covered in stains.

Yet the moment the words left her lips, silence answered, and the large hand around her waist paused slightly.

Moreover, he could use the trip to visit his Guangzhou branch and meet its general manager, Zhu Yuwei—two benefits in one.

Remember, from the very beginning, whether it was Chu Liuyi, Yang Zhenkun, or the two experts from the Divine Palace and the Church, all had come here because they believed Qin Lu was no match for Fang Chunqiu, and thus returned.

Unable to break through on offense and repeatedly pressured by Tottenham’s players when trying to stall in the backfield, Blackburn’s defenders could only huddle in their own half, relying on numerical superiority to hold off Tottenham’s attacks.

“Let’s take him down together—get revenge for Gang Ge!” After being beaten, someone finally snapped, and they all charged at Qin Lu in unison to overwhelm him.

Yu Xing, Jianggu Xiao, and Zecun Rongchun’s strength was not on the same level as Yang Ping’s, yet their fame was no less. Jianggu Xiao’s fame and drawing power even surpassed Yang Ping’s slightly.

Wang Qizhen didn’t care about consequences—he wanted to understand the current situation, so he targeted the weakest link. An eight-year-old child was clearly easier to intimidate; with Grandma Gu absent, he aimed to extract as much truth as possible.

Asgard now lay strewn with a million corpses, rivers of blood floating shields—just after a massive massacre, yet the slaughter had not ceased.

The Kiriya family’s magics and data on the Holy Grail system had been looted three times. The Old Worm was pragmatic—a surrenderer—who traded knowledge for several modified martial arts and a secret manual on Gushu . Over the years, he had quietly cultivated himself and lived a relatively respectable life.

On the final pitch, Yang Ping naturally expected a sharp breaking ball—but instead, it was a fastball, and a terrible one at that, far outside the strike zone.