Chapter 144: 143 Escape

"Director Fang, I treated you like a brother, yet you pull a stunt like this? A delaying tactic... what a fine performance!" Li Weinan said, his face growing ever more gloomy.

Fang Qingye's heart skipped a beat, but on the surface he feigned some confusion: "Director Li, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean? The loan transfer agreement you concocted is fake!" Li Weinan said, pulling that agreement from his briefcase and throwing it onto the hospital bed.

"Fake?"

The Underworld has been very lively these days; red lanterns hung on both sides of the streets, and every hundred meters banners welcoming the Ghost Envoys from the Mortal Realm were displayed, creating a very good atmosphere.

Because the condition worsened again, even more severely than the previous Siren plague, over half the people could only lie on stretchers, unable to even walk.

"Damn! Damn! Damn Lin Ruofeng!" Hu Ming fiercely threw the newspaper in his hand onto the ground.

Immediately, He raised His hand and swung the sword together with Ye Chen; in an instant, golden radiance bloomed, and a beam of sword light carrying the supreme majesty of an Emperor came crashing down heavily upon the Night Butcher Jefferson.

After listening to Zhao Feilong's reminder, Li Qingyin hurriedly let down the hair coiled in her military cap; when she saw with her own eyes her originally pure white hair turn back into the three thousand strands of black hair from a thousand years ago, she wept with joy.

But the attack did not descend; this calm before the storm made people feel even more uneasy, suffocatingly unable to breathe.

Lin Tian watched the security guard approach; only when the guard swung a baton toward his head did he dodge aside.

"Must treat it." Zhang Zhen felt the situation was unusual; if this really was a madman, and he went berserk and launched an attack, this scene would be hard to handle.

Although Iron-Angel King's strength was not particularly outstanding among the Demon Kings of the Dragon Emperor Palace, due to racial advantages, in terms of defense no Demon King in the entire Dragon Emperor Palace could compare, and even he, the Dragon Prince, was slightly inferior.

"Agreed." Zhu Qingrou nodded and said; she also knew she could not push Mo Chen too hard, otherwise Mo Chen might very well come to dislike her.

"Hehe, whether one becomes a vessel depends on the Heavenly Emperor's aspirations; there are many, many paths for us martial artists to advance, and quite a few are crooked; it all depends on how one chooses!" Yun Luoyi said with a smile.

The people nearby looked at the police captain as if he were an idiot; he said not a word, sighed, and they all dispersed.

Lin Hao secretly chuckled, his arms draped around their fragrant shoulders, letting them deal with the drinkers gathering around.

Mo Qing'er only raised her head and looked at Mo Longling with empty eyes; she remained silent, simply kneeling quietly on the ground, tears clattering onto the floor, occasionally choking back sobs.

Lei Han's expression instantly froze; he twisted his body upright and glared at the roof, where a youth resembling him sat.

Lin Ran's physiological reaction was not severe; she slept warmly all night, and now her body felt no discomfort whatsoever.

Just off work, Mo Lingtian went home to change clothes; he had arranged to go with Duanmu, Han Tianlei, Hua Shao, and the others to Music Dynasty.

Mu Xingfeng restrained the urge to strike, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at the person before him with a sinister gaze.

The two on the stage fought to a stalemate; every punch landed on flesh, making the spectators watch with intense excitement and boiling blood; in the end, a disciple of slightly taller stature won the match.

In his words, that stone giant was absolutely an existence surpassing the God Kings. Perhaps it was a powerful one of the Yin Ghost Clan, or perhaps a divine artifact of the Yin Ghost Clan.

"Thank you, Sister Xu Fei; the family is fine. My father's company cleared his provident fund and insurance, and with the condolence money added up, it totals over four hundred thousand; moreover, the company arranged an early retirement for my mother, raising her salary by two grades, so life is no problem." Bai Xue was not such a vulgar person.

It was only past eight o'clock; Yang Ershi and Ye Shanshan were still in Chen Long's house, eating a late dinner and chatting idly.