Chapter 162

Fang Qingye nodded: “My classmate really is quite capable.”

“Alright, I’ve got to go up and work. If you ever send potted plants to our unit again, just find me,” Zhang Fan said, walking toward the elevator.

“Thank you.”

What a warm-hearted young man, Fang Qingye thought again.

After a joyful week of vacation, Fang Qingye returned to work.

The morning meeting was held, and after it ended, Xia He asked Fang Qingye to come to her office.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered what that old ox had said—that my days were numbered. Could it really be true?

“That’s him—he’s Meng Tu’s cousin by marriage. When Meng Tu quit, Xu Zheng provided his startup capital. If I expose everything Xu Zheng has done, don’t you think more than a few people would come looking for Meng Tu’s trouble?” Eighth Master laughed heartily.

“Why are we checking into a guesthouse?” I walked into the guesthouse room with Lao Chen, who asked in confusion.

“I ask you: do we want top-quality warhorses, or do we want to fight Free City to the death?” Shao Yilong asked seriously.

“We’ll meet again another time. I’ll let you go for now,” said the hooded man, clutching his chest, gripping his iron sword, slowly vanishing from my sight.

As soon as I entered the house, just as I expected, the lights were on. My mother was still sitting in the living room waiting for me. The moment she saw me, her eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at me, then tears instantly fell.

If anything goes wrong here and I suddenly have to pay my men, this mess will be impossible to clean up. With these fifty thousand in hand, I could hold out another one or two months—even if Mingde really runs into trouble, I’d have plenty of time to deal with it later.

“Are we staying here tonight?” I called Li Hongqing from the car. He was waiting for me at the school gate, then brought me into the guard booth. I looked around: a color TV, an air conditioner, an old desk.

Xie Yafen stared at the four dishes on the table, already eager to taste them.

But having it at all was good enough. Roy didn’t expect to immediately reconnect with anyone outside. After all, he still had the phone Emily had given him—his secret, not to be revealed to anyone.

After being summoned, the Flame Wolf King was unstoppable. But it could only last three minutes; after that, it would dissipate again. Lin Xuan now had such a powerful ally—he had to make the most of the time.

After catching his breath, Lan Ya on Su Li’s shoulder clashed palms once more with Xiao Hanyi; both felt they were at their limits.

Lu Yue was pondering the Luoshen Array when Long Ling’er asked her a question, leaving her speechless. The karmic bond from her past life meant nothing now—yet how should she face this sudden, unexpected emotion?

“What are you planning?” Liu Qianqian felt as if her inner thoughts had been peeked at; a deep unease rose within her, and though powerless to resist, her face flushed crimson.

Liu Xiaomang also struck with a Mountain-Pressing Palm; they collided, and Liu Xiaomang was thrown back several large steps.

As the girl spoke, her eyes never left Liu Xiaomang—so tender, so affectionate, damn it.

“You mean blackmail?” Jin Huinan was sharp—he grasped the key point with just a hint, then asked uncertainly.

Bei Mo remained in that pose, like a beautiful statue. The flickering candlelight cast soft shadows across his face; his sharp, upturned eyes now held unusual gentleness, his features exquisitely perfect, with faint traces of weary elegance in his brows and eyes.

“Damn it, thinking about snake blood!” Luo Ning was speechless. She turned her gaze to the three giant snakes, which were now barely alive, each refusing to deliver the final blow for fear the others—Luo Ning and her group—would snatch the victory.