Chapter 208: 207

Sure enough, he heard Bian Wengan say:

“It’s like this, Director Fang—you know we took out a loan this year for technological upgrades; now a batch of goods has been exported to a U.S. company, worth about ten million U.S. dollars. We agreed the payment will be made in three months, but that creates foreign exchange risk exposure, so I applied to the bank for a forward foreign exchange settlement. Director Xia now oversees international business—could you help us out?”

Fang Qingye listened, puzzled.

A searing pain shot through his chest; that slender, snow-white hand pierced his body like a sharp scalpel—he already felt his heart gripped in her palm, about to be crushed like an apple.

Shadow Panther? This phantom beast isn’t something ordinary people can subdue; its ferocity and arrogance make it the emperor among feline phantom beasts.

Suddenly, he sensed movement behind him—he’d been spotted. He cursed inwardly, strained forward, but still couldn’t evade it; a powerful blow struck his back, forcing him into a forward roll to absorb the impact, yet the force was so immense it still left his back throbbing and his internal organs churning.

Tu Tianxiao repeated his words once more, then gave a detailed account of the evening’s events.

That figure left only one instruction: guard this stele, do not let it be damaged, or great terror will arise! Then the figure vanished again.

Ming Hanfeng’s final cry made Yun Tu tremble, but she did not respond again.

“We’re currently at the edge of the Taklamakan Desert. Do you know what lies beneath this thick layer of sand?” Liu Linfeng said mysteriously.

She truly had no idea where her confidence came from—how could she be so certain a man who hadn’t loved her in tens of thousands of years would care about the position of Divine Empress?

Saying that, he violently scratched a long gash across the hood of Lao Chen’s Bentley with his tricycle key.

As the twentieth day drew near, the Xiongnu finally saw through Lü Bu’s trickery, ceased their relentless pursuit, and began gathering southward, abandoning the campaign to crush Lü Bu’s forces, letting the Han army ravage the steppe while preparing to strike southward at Lü Bu’s territory.

But the previous attack had been ferocious and overwhelming—at least in his view, it was impossible for someone unable to condense Xuan Qi to have launched.

Feng Chen kept retreating, now nearly at the edge of the arena; if he was forced out, he’d lose the match.

An Zixi was doing it on purpose—she wouldn’t say a word! She wouldn’t meet Li Bing, and she certainly wouldn’t tell him why she’d found him! A man with such twisted, arrogant psychology, if he couldn’t figure something out, would suffer terribly. This torment of unattainable longing would leave him restless, unable to close his eyes even in death.

Perhaps to prove he wasn’t boasting, Chi You unslung the massive axe on his back and slashed through the air toward a distant stone hillock.

Liu Bang, drunk, slew the white serpent beast and obtained the Chi Xiao Divine Sword, thus beginning his rebellion, joining Xiang Yu in contending for dominance over the Central Plains.

After sharing a celebration feast with his senior brother Dian Qing, junior sister Mei Sanniang, and junior brother Wushuang Gui.

At that moment, Feng Chen, suspended in midair, landed with a soft thud; as the sword shadow descended, the Emperor’s Presence vanished.

The city lord stepped forward and demanded: “Are you rebelling?” His voice rose sharply.

But considering this was ancient times without highways, the speed of the horned horses wasn’t slow at all.

She stole a glance at the man—he wore a high-end custom-tailored suit, and his watch, by sight, was worth tens of millions; clearly a wealthy man.

“She’s hiding inside! Get her out for me! I’m calling the police—she assaulted me!” The drunk man pointed at Ji Yuyan’s room.