Chapter 92: 091 A 200-Unit Order

“How much electricity can one computer use?” Tanaka Tani dismissed the idea.

“What if it’s two hundred computers?” Fang Qingye asked in return.

“What? You want to buy two hundred computers?!” Tanaka Tani stared at him in shock.

“Yes.” Fang Qingye nodded. “So since you let me use your space for free, I can’t let you take the loss. I’ll need you to help with the electrician work. I’ll contact the computer company first; once their technicians finish the wiring diagram, we’ll renovate the circuit together.”

Ren Sinian drove out of Ancheng Company’s main gate, then suddenly pulled over to the roadside and turned to Leng Yi.

After more than ten minutes, Cen Kexin’s ropes were cut loose. She stretched her limbs and stepped forward, scanning the room for tools to pry open the door. After searching thoroughly, she found nothing usable in the entire room and grew panicked.

“Don’t speak recklessly,” Lin Hai said, frowning as he heard his subordinate reveal his identity. He had no interest in taking advantage of someone’s weakness. Nowadays, many people in society claim they caused Ma Tao’s cerebral hemorrhage, hoping to seize power.

“A fool? A waste?” Ye Zhen laughed softly, but her gaze turned icy, shimmering with boundless chill. She lowered her eyes, her voice clear: “Then, Your Highness may as well try—see how this waste of mine…” Her words cut off abruptly, leaving Princess Lu Xiang aching with curiosity, yet Ye Zhen turned and walked away.

She played the konghou, her white hair and white robes, her scent, her tenderness and clear, watery eyes, her smile, her tears, the quiet presence beside her: “Yan’er. Where are you?” *Plop.* A single clear tear fell upon the sword—this Autumn Water Sword, gifted by Yan’er.

The nine-headed beast’s eyes were as sharp as blades, instantly plunging into the demonic qi, countless waves of beast power surging toward Shen Jun above the You fire.

Zhang Tie had also wanted to pick up a piece, but seeing Gu Yongfeng’s grimacing expression, he gave up.

Behind him stood a fat man wearing a flashy coat. Shen Jun had a sudden idea and slipped inside the coat.

The moment the door opened, Xu Yuan revealed a faint smile. She hadn’t expected so many people to rush in at once—none of them were Cheng Jin, and all were precisely the people she now wanted to avoid.

What did Leng Yi mean? He knew Ren Sinian was returning to France, yet he didn’t warn him in advance. Was Qin Yi’s purpose in sending him to Ren Sinian’s side merely to let him idle, to bask in her beauty and affection?

She felt her body growing cold, yet her awareness sharpened, grew clearer and clearer—she felt she could even get up and walk around, then give Pang Tong a hug.

Ji Kai gritted his teeth against the intensifying cold within his body and staggered into the lightning circle. After being struck by a bolt of lightning, his body felt slightly better. He sat cross-legged on the ground, activated his cultivation method, and directed the misty purple qi within him to absorb the earth veins’ spiritual energy.

He Jingchu sat quietly beside her. From initial fury, she had now grown calm.

She gazed at the figure ahead, clad in black robes, radiating a powerful and terrifying aura—Jun Wují.

Suddenly, I felt the persistent, suffocating sensation that had plagued me vanish—gone completely, as if it had never existed.

“Sister-in-law is truly wonderful! We thought exactly the same thing. I think Brother’s idea is utterly absurd,” Ji Chang’an said.

Viller Ande walked to Louis Pasteur’s side, flanking him on one side while Jia Yi took the other, and said: “Natural selection and natural evolution are very similar—it’s no wonder you can’t tell them apart. After all, your Church folk only believe in deities, refuse to believe in themselves, and deny that life can hold miracles.”

Yun Chi clenched his teeth stubbornly. “There must be a way.” There must be a way. If all else fails, she would dive once more into the depths of the Eastern Sea.