Chapter 187: 186 Hidden Tricks

After noon shift began, Fang Qingye didn’t see Chen Meimei, but suddenly received a QQ message from her.

“Ziye, you can’t see it—just now, Section Chief Zhang took the documents from me and said this company’s credit review is no longer my responsibility.”

“You were reviewing it fine—why suddenly stop you?” Fang Qingye typed, puzzled, and immediately sent: “What did Section Chief Zhang say?”

“Nothing… but this…”

Peng Yu leapt from a branch over ten meters high, plummeting rapidly; he grabbed several branches along the way to slow his fall, landing safely seconds later.

Once you’ve made up your mind, how could you quit halfway? Right or wrong, you’ve already walked this rotten path—you must crawl to the end of the road you chose.

An’an wore a light purple lavender shirt and a pale skirt, simple and understated, yet unable to hide her graceful figure and lovely face.

“What? Don’t believe in my ability?” Tang Lili, no doubt a lawyer who had dealt with all kinds of people, saw right through Kang Qiao’s doubt in his eyes.

Once, while the nurse was filling out a form, she slightly lifted her head and turned back to see the doctor watching her with a smile.

Moreover, Sister Li had endured hardships with everyone for so long; affection naturally formed—like lotus roots broken but fibers still connected—even if someone cut through them with a knife, they couldn’t be fully separated.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to sleep—every time she closed her eyes, she saw Lan Xiangting hitting her, the video footage fresh in her mind—how could she sleep?

“So what should we do? Just wait here?” Yi Zhong Meng’s legs trembled after witnessing Wang Zhu’s gruesome death; seeing the senior student beside him unmoved, she grew both angry and desperate.

2. The exam difficulty is marked as Hard Level—sounds similar to the last tomb exploration mission’s difficulty? How is this Hard Level determined?

At this moment, Ling Fei still clutched the gourd, but she made no defensive posture—only retreated steadily backward.

After all, these people don’t even have flying carpets, can’t fly at all; aside from support classes, all combat classes gain flight ability by Level Six.

“Sir, I’m sorry, I won’t dare again—please let me go!” He suddenly did a complete 180-degree turn, pleading desperately.

A faint, special energy lingered on her skin, maintaining itself without her deliberate effort, repelling dust and dirt so she remained unstained.

“Oh! Classmate, sorry! Maybe I scared you—this is my soul-energy pet. It’s well-behaved, won’t attack anyone.” As he spoke, Li Heng reached out and stroked the ice phoenix’s head.

When Chen Mohan returned to the Qin family residence, it was already ten at night; she went straight to her bedroom.

She had no quarrel with anyone except Mo Zhiyuan—why did that server look at her with such hatred?

When he came in, I was sitting cross-legged on the living room sofa; Xu Minghui walked over, thought for a moment, and slowly sat down on the single sofa to my left.

With that, Wang Heng hung up the phone and secretly felt relieved—clearly, Pei Ningle’s level was far below Han Yixuan; beneath the forced smile, that strained quality was unmistakable.

As for how to end American hegemony using this method, Zheng Jianguo had only a vague notion: to leverage the great tide of righteousness and correctness.

“Then let’s go around! We must reach Jinshui Bay tonight—I don’t want to spend the night in the wasteland!” Yang Yi frowned.

“Slap!” Without the slightest surprise, Feng Chen raised his hand and delivered another loud slap to Huang Xiaochun’s face.

Meanwhile, pedestrians on the street noticed something amiss here, realized a conflict had broken out, and began gathering toward the scene.