Chapter 82: Don

“Isn’t there anything scheduled later? My mid-year calendar is still open—why does everything get crammed into year-end and New Year’s?”

Qi Hao listed for Wang Zhongjun the films he had lined up.

It’s not an excuse—I mean it sincerely.

“Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll consolidate your shooting schedule as much as possible. You just need to show up for those few days—I estimate no more than ten days total. Your role is unique—you’ll love it.”

Wang Zhongjun

Though they found it unbelievable, though they struggled to comprehend, they truly began to awaken.

So that’s why—because of jealousy, pure jealousy. “Am I slacking off?” Cha Taifei didn’t think so.

This time, our convoy wasn’t inspected at all—it was as if we had special exemption.

Running downstairs, Luo Ping said the car he’d arranged was ready—right at the gate, a huge truck. Cha Taifei couldn’t drive, but now he just needed to ram and speed off—he leapt onto the truck and roared away, lurching wildly around corners.

Jiang Zuo didn’t care much—he only worried that the Ancient Battlefield might change before the Heavenly Stele Divine War.

One of the guards glanced at the newly appointed heir, Ye Lang, and knew his chance to prove himself had come.

The subhuman halted, waiting for the Domain Guild members to prepare, while also using the mist’s visual obstruction.

Qin Ruse had never considered this deeply, so when Gong Sun Jin scolded her harshly over the matter, she had no retort.

I saw Zhang Yang shut his eyes and suddenly collapse like a deflated balloon, curling into a ball—this exaggerated scene left my mouth agape, stunned into silence.

As Li Junhao awkwardly hesitated, Lisa added: “The British will notice something’s off within three days and send someone to investigate. If you want to keep that mine, you must expand your team now. Even if you plan to abandon the mine, they’ll still trace our base within a few days.”

Bai Suzhen had been dragged onto the Demon Execution Platform; her Pipagu was shackled, her magical power suppressed, and her white robes stained crimson with blood.

Wang Feng glanced at Jiang Nan, then at himself—his scalp prickled. Luckily, he was already bald and had shaved his head short; otherwise, his hair would’ve stood on end.

In the wolf’s eyes lay sentience—cold pupils holding a glint of bloodthirsty cruelty and boundless rage.

Skills: Intermediate Shooting, Intermediate Hand-to-Hand Combat, Advanced Chinese, Advanced English, Advanced French, Advanced Russian, Advanced Command.

But in An Pudulei’s eyes, Li Junhao regarded Africans as his own kin—that’s why he invested so heavily in education—and so he became wildly emotional, immediately thanking Li Junhao.

“Your humble general, Wei Qing, Li Guang, and Huo Qubing, accept the rank of Corps Commander. We thank our Lord—never will we bring shame to you or to the Great Han Corps!” The three declared on the spot.

Moreover, at this critical moment, no one dares relax—lest someone ruin tomorrow’s wedding. If anything goes wrong with tomorrow’s ceremony, BIGMOM will surely go mad.

Back on Earth, Ye Tian immediately moved—pushing factories to accelerate production of the Blood Thorn mecha parts while preparing himself.

“Don’t worry—I’ll come back!” Luffy reached out and stroked her hair, then turned his gaze back toward the distance.

Xian Xiaheng sharpened her hairpin—if on her wedding night her unknown husband forced himself upon her, she would kill herself.

Although Liu Liu’s current level is only 20—far too low to fight the current monsters—she can still use certain buff skills.