Chapter 110: 109 HD90 Opening? Fake Bills!

The next morning, after waking up, eating breakfast, and checking out, Fang Qingye drove to a nearby Guotai Junan Securities exchange to open a futures account, then drove back to Nanxin.

Of course, he didn’t forget to leave a message for Bai Ou on QQ about selling the orchid—the girl was very happy.

“I’ll take lots more photos of orchids to help your grandpa sell them!”

Too bad live-streaming sales hadn’t taken off yet—if Bai Ou had done a live stream, the effect would’ve been great: a beautiful girl paired with beautiful orchids.

Bao Bei parked Monte outside, glanced around, then walked in, approaching the car and peering inside. Two boxes of cigarettes, a bottle of colored liquor, two shirts, and even a box of condoms tossed beside the seat—this was clearly a man’s car; Bao Bei was now fairly certain.

Someone shouted out, and instantly all eyes swept across the center of the martial arena—but they found no trace of Gu Feng. Only then did they remember: Gu Feng had been slashed by Can Dao and then vanished.

Princess Chi Long looked tense, unsure if he was telling the truth, but she nodded frantically in panic, clearly frightened by the two of them playing good cop and bad cop.

Under these circumstances, Terik naturally ceased his assault; his massive battle-axe suddenly retracted, and with the length of the haft, he struck Chen Yin’s longsword aside, then prepared to bring it down again.

Amid confusion and speculation, Chen Yufan had already seated Zhang Dongjian—who knew nothing—on the main seat.

Unlike previous clashes, this impact carried the howl of a gale; beyond that roaring wind came streaks of golden lightning that stabbed both sides’ eyes.

Yet the crowd still struggled to accept it all in such a short time; their expressions were dazed, stunned into bewilderment.

Zeng Jingxiang smiled without explanation, instead watching Bao Feiyang, curious how he would interpret it—whether he truly understood.

Lei proudly shouted and loudly proclaimed his contempt for the Bistians, proving that Vantians were the strongest men on the continent.

Upon hearing Li Lin’s suggestion, Artoria exclaimed excitedly: indeed, this was the only way she could fulfill her duty to the current monarch, King Arthur, while also genuinely repaying him.

“Something?” Xiu Lin was confused—why would a stranger give her anything?

After speaking, he ignored everyone else’s reactions, grabbed his long blade, and charged at the young man. The other five, one injured, now numbered only four; these four, weapons in hand, eyes filled with hatred, rushed toward Shi Yan.

Jin Xiuchen was speechless. What did he have to do? Why had he abandoned Li Ji in the ceremony hall, rushing out in agitation? Why did he care so much about her escape—even suppressing an urge to rage? Yet now that he saw her, why was he only calm?

“Another war with no retreat?” General Ali straightened, smiling wearily with fatigue.

“So what? No matter how strong he is, isn’t he still my grandson?” an old man said.

Before Wang Xiaochu could react, Wang Kunmiao gathered true qi at his fingertip, pinching the cold iron sword between two fingers and snapping it cleanly in two—while the massive surge of qi pushed him back.

Wu Su knew this was a precursor to ascending to the Master realm; though still far from Yin-Qing-Yuan-Que, Wu Su already felt Dong Zhanyun was quite formidable. Dong Zhanyun would soon face challengers from Black Blood Shadow—his current strength barely placed him in the middle tier, adequate but not outstanding.

Antier replied promptly: “Alright, I understand—I’m going down now!” With that, Antier quickly dressed and hurried downstairs.

Su Shan smiled and described the scene of that day as if chatting over tea, leaving Qiao Yun furious.