Chapter 115: Song Dahai Gets Promoted

“Congratulations! When were you promoted?”

“This morning, our bureau’s Party committee approved it; the official document will be issued in two days!”

“That’s a great cause for celebration, Captain Song. You must throw a big party,” Fang Qingye said with a smile.

“The red-headed document hasn’t been officially issued yet, so I don’t want to make a big fuss—just us guys. You, Liu Dong, I’ll invite Meimei, and Bi Huanhuan will definitely come with Liu Dong—we’ll go to Ximeng for hot pot lamb... oh right,”

Red Spear King, fully armed, gripped a long iron spear, mounted on a crimson coal horse, and charged down from its back.

Life isn’t always about being fully prepared; sometimes, you just have to act and fight without preparation.

He completed quests, killed monsters, gained experience, cheated with various modifications, and raised his level to Xuan King Level Two. He also spent considerable effort studying the mysterious iron box, striving to uncover its deeper data—but still made no breakthrough.

“Hmph, a grown man, dawdling like this,” Ma Yin instantly switched to sarcasm mode, never missing a chance to undermine Luo Feng.

Just as Yi Jianfeng’s loud, arrogant laughter ended, he established contact with the humanoid ferocious beasts inside the Bianbian Space, ordering them to prepare for attack—once he summoned them out of the Bianbian Space, they would launch a ferocious assault on the intruders.

In the critical moment, Jin Yu Zhenren, Ku Ji Lao Ren, Liu Dao Tianwang, and others all acted, employing various methods to halt the giant club and fiercely protect Fan Lang.

Ye Fan had already married—and his wife was Li Zhaojun, whom she once thought utterly unattainable. The shock was too great, far beyond her imagination.

Behind him, the White Whale opened its massive mouth and charged again; the dragon carriage veered sideways, narrowly avoiding the beast at the last instant.

She wasn’t surprised that Ye Fan was Li Zhaojun’s assistant—after all, she already knew he worked as a white-collar in some company.

Zuo Zhan forced a painful smile; after that incident, he had lived almost daily in alcohol until he received Nan Gong Xiao’s letter, seeing his request to convert Dong Li’s dowry into gold for storage—only then did his mind finally clear.

Du Yuesheng slammed his hand on the table: “Act!” Then he flipped backward, moving away from Chen Junrong.

Hua Wuxue’s face turned pale; in an emergency, he unfurled his ink-and-wash landscape folding fan like a peacock’s tail, blocking every drop of Xiao Luo’s wine.

Chen Hao stayed silent, letting everyone debate fiercely. He needed this method to energize the entire player base.

“Enough, enough—you’re an adult, acting like this, fighting with a tiger!” Zuo Zhan couldn’t stand it anymore and forcibly dragged him away; this guy was regressing, now reduced to competing with a tiger for attention.

Although he knew these four were no good, Shen Feng still politely exchanged formal courtesies with them.

Huo Chen quickly pulled on the reins, turned back, and saw Liu Yan running toward him, holding something in her hand.

“You can call me Wu Yan”—his eyes flickered lightly, his face radiating peerless elegance.

Ye Zixuan listened to Mo Yuling’s words, gave no reply, and walked over to sit quietly on the nearby soft couch, watching Mo Yuling examine Shen Yunyou’s condition.

“I’ll punish you by making you recite my incantation thirty thousand times.” Wu Xin finished, then returned to the trees, sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, closed his eyes, and appeared serene and peaceful, as if already in dream.

Unexpectedly, on the very first night after settling in, a natural disaster struck; when the house collapsed under hail, Linghu Mei rushed in just in time and rescued her and Yu Die.

Lin Tian was already outstanding; if he truly became the personal disciple of the Killing Elder, Chang Sun Zhu, and received the latter’s guidance and heavy cultivation, who in the next generation could match him? When he eventually mastered his craft and took command of the Killing Hall, who would dare challenge him?