Chapter 178

I’ve heard of it— one of my college classmates went to Hong Kong for a year of graduate study and now works at the Quantitative Investment Division in Shanghai’s Da Mo Capital; apparently they use algorithmic trading.

Shi Guangrong replied.

Fang Qingye picked up the thread: “Algorithmic trading replaces human subjective judgment with mathematical models, using computer technology to sift through vast historical datasets to identify multiple ‘high-probability’ events that yield excess returns, thereby drastically reducing investment

Fang Zheng happily picked up his phone, eager to see how this online gambling actually worked—how could you gamble without money? That shouldn’t count as gambling, right? And just what kind of scientific research was this fish even doing?

The thing looked bizarre, with a pitch-black exterior and internal, retractable, fleshy-red limbs, each tipped with hooked teeth.

At the eleventh hour, Le Bing suddenly felt her body tremble—a surge of qi swept through her, filling her with strength. She spun swiftly and kicked upward with her foot, striking Shangguan Chen squarely in the waist.

Huan Liu Yuan also sensed something amiss; the two exchanged glances and simultaneously turned their gazes toward Xing Lian, who had pressed forward.

Li Bai found the man annoying and deliberately said this—but unexpectedly, the man agreed.

Snowflakes drifted down, covering the wolves’ bodies, yet the flames on them showed no sign of fading.

A few sharp, rapid shouts were exchanged, too brief to make out words, before the sounds of fighting and overturned tables and chairs erupted in a clatter.

The words had barely left his lips when he swallowed them back—Smog had shot him a fierce glance, forcing him to swallow his own tongue like spit.

After trekking onward, past the second marker, Yu Weiyang found the third marker.

Qin Tianyang was a very quiet man, but when he saw Xu Yan, he still forced out a faint smile, looking at him as if at a junior.

“My pills guarantee your breakthroughs!” Lin Xi said calmly, his tone even, yet laced with an undercurrent of dominance.

Xiang Lin wanted to use her family’s connections to get Han Shengqi out, but the news she received was that she couldn’t interfere. Her heart grew even more panicked. She had never imagined that even mobilizing her family’s influence couldn’t rescue Han Shengqi.

Because Yu Yue rarely refused him—she usually supported whatever he said.

Deputy Director Jia said, “Damn it, if you don’t go spreading lies about Section Chief Sun Qian, I’ll thank heaven and earth.”

As he spoke, Meng Nian raised a hand and summoned a black token into his palm. The token looked ordinary, with no special features—only the ancient, majestic characters “Hun Yuan” made it seem anything but mundane.

Watching Hong Laoban’s indignant expression, as if defending him, Huang Yitian’s face remained expressionless.

He thought of everything he’d done recently—collaborating with Zhu Aiguo to report Qian Chenggui. Had Qian Chenggui found out and struck back? But Qian Chenggui didn’t know what he’d done before. Then Jin Degui remembered Huang Yitian behind Qian Chenggui—and his heart froze. After all, Huang Yitian wasn’t someone easy to deal with.

An explosion suddenly erupted—the Fifth-Level Immortal Emperor, Wuyu Immortal Emperor—his body exploded without warning.

Early scientists discovered certain stones on Earth transforming into spirit stones and tried absorbing their energy—but the results were terrible.

“No wonder you’re the Buddha’s son—look, Ghost, he recognized me with just one glance!”—This Buddha’s son is tough; he saw through my concealment technique so easily. At minimum, he’s entered the top tier. As for his true depth? I can’t tell—but he’s likely already brushing against the supreme tier.

"Pah! You bastards—I’ll haunt you even as a ghost!" Hearing the grotesque, cruel words from the watermelon-head, Zhu Nannjun spat directly onto his face, her voice hoarse with fury.

The West Eight Nations, whose vast territories were already shrouded in mist, were clearly the next victims—enough to shatter their morale completely.

Lin Tian felt it was tricky, but the several alchemists stood ahead—he didn’t need to rush.

Watching the group exchange polite pleasantries, Jiang Tan felt a headache coming on. Her fellow disciples were experts at such flattering acts for elders, yet inside, they were all rotten.

After all, earlier, to avoid detection of his search for cerium, the “Helium” project had concluded successfully, and orders came down to merely enhance his peripheral protection while restoring all other aspects to normal.

“Why go to such lengths? Even if the lower realm falls, you can always develop elsewhere—why cling to this place?” Xing Di thought him utterly foolish.

But then again, it was unlikely—he’d vanished for five years; how could he possibly show up at my company?

“What you said makes sense—so then?” Shu Nan asked tentatively, trying to gauge Shu Yingxue’s thoughts.

Suddenly, a loud clang—like a stool toppling—Zhao Zhao and Ai Hu exchanged glances and began methodically searching each shop.

“Well, how about this? Tomorrow’s the weekend—why don’t we all take her out to sing in the city?” Lin Jie thought for a moment, then suggested to me.

He wore a dark gray long robe, unadorned and clean-cut, his long hair faintly stirring in the wind, cradling a long sword in his arms—his posture and demeanor unchanged, just as he had always been, forever waiting beside her.

Over these four years, she had wept for him countless times; every memory brought tears, every thought made her wish to kill herself and join him below.

“No problem, Director Chen—when do we leave? I’ll arrange my current duties.” Where you stand, you fulfill your duty—since I took this job, I won’t pick and choose. Besides, even if the place is worse off, it’s not like I’m moving there permanently—how hard could it be to endure?

Ji Siming suddenly felt a strange unease—the conversation between Zhong and Tong left him with a faint discomfort.

“Hmph!” The Barbarian King snorted, his true power blasting forth and striking Tian Dao’s thigh, reducing it to a bloody pulp.

But after searching the sea for a long time, they found no trace of Lin Tianyao or Guo Fu, so they were all deeply disappointed. With no other option, they returned and decided to find another way.

“Fine, fine! I’ll go! I’ll go!” I didn’t want to admit I’d grown fond of Huang Xin—perhaps, as Lin Jie said, I’d only fallen for her back.

I got off the bus at the old district student street entrance, didn’t return to the dorm, but went straight to my rental. The other roommates hadn’t come back yet; the large apartment was empty. It had been seven days without occupancy—the furniture in the living room was dusted with a thin layer of grime, but I had no heart to clean it now.

Xi Xichen saw the stone door—it resembled the stone door of the Dragon and Phoenix Tomb, but this one bore ancient symbols they couldn’t understand.