Chapter 94: Investing Just a Few Hundred Thousand, Just Playing Around

That evening, back home, Fang Qingye transferred 320,000 to the other party’s account via online banking.

The next morning, Fang Qingye met Zhang Bin and Liu Xue at the agreed time; seeing they were still riding electric scooters, he simply invited them to ride with him.

At the Liulin Town industrial park, upon meeting Tian Zhonggu, Fang Qingye took Zhang Bin and the others to the warehouse, introduced them to the electrician Tian Zhonggu had summoned, and clearly explained his requirements.

Zhang Bin understood.

I didn’t want to join their conversation, nor did I want to become a weapon used against He Ruina; though the girl was indeed unpleasant most of the time, we shared the same room and saw each other daily—if we truly fell out, it would be awkward.

The old lady still exerted such strong control now; back in her youth, it must have been worse. I’m curious how my mother ever broke free from her grip.

In that instant, Yun Changkong felt he was about to collapse—but somehow, he barely succeeded through sheer hardship.

Yan Bing played the curious child, wanting to notify Yun Ruming ahead of time so she wouldn’t be caught off guard.

Yet this frantic strike was easily dodged by Yun Changkong; the palm imprint still surged forward.

Chen Yu used the word “parasite” to describe the Dragon Pattern Secret Order; in his view, the Secret Order was parasitic on him, siphoning the yuan qi of heaven and earth, leaving him not a single drop.

With Xiao Yue’s current agility, in a forest environment, he easily hung behind the black-bellied beast, using trees for cover.

“Your throwing posture is wrong.” He lifted my elbow and adjusted my waist.

Yueyue glared fiercely at the boy until he could no longer laugh; he grinned, scratching his head.

At first, when he first began dating Yan Xuewei, he always exhausted her to the point she couldn’t get out of bed; later, Yan Xuewei gradually matched his pace.

“She has been consumed by the hatred of past Crimson Dragon Emperors.” The White Dragon Emperor’s voice reached Vali’s ears.

The voice on the phone was male; Xi Guangzu recognized it. The man was his most capable subordinate—since Yao Si fell ill, only this man, who had served him for nearly twenty years, knew the full situation within the Xi Jing Financial Group.

Tang Shifeng said nothing and sat down as well. The two faced each other in silence for another long while; the air grew tense, the atmosphere frozen.

Yi Pan’er spun around and embraced him tightly, whispering, “You promised me you wouldn’t hurt my family. They won’t be harmed, right?”

As expected, like the netizens’ predictions, once Lin Yuan appeared, the eagle pistol in Yu Shen’s hand vanished instantly, replaced by a heavy sniper rifle.

Liang Ziyan suddenly recalled the scene with Xiao Yichen and Yang Feixue—could that strange gust of wind have brought her here?

The Princess Consort stared at her husband, tears streaming down her face, her frail body trembling like a leaf, as if a breeze could sweep her away.

Watching Lin Yuan activate the stone door’s mechanism, the archaeology team members felt a crushing sense of defeat.

The Five Emperor Coins, besides offering protection, could also serve as offensive artifacts to enhance spell damage; the Chi Xiao Sword needed no explanation—it was inherently a deadly weapon.

The sword-school general’s ceremonial saber was no ordinary item; perhaps the killer, or someone aiding him, stole it out of greed.

“It’s a different region,” Mai Ruisu smiled. “You yourself said your ten years were spent on the Dawn Continent—you’ve never been here.”

Du Heng’s face darkened; he began digging with his bare hands. When he cleared away the soil beside the shovel, I nearly burst into tears.

She struggled, begging the driver to turn back, but inside the car, besides Nan Yu and the child, there were two bodyguards—all refused. Nan Yu could only watch helplessly as Tang Huaijin drifted farther and farther away.