Chapter 97: 096

096 "Notice Regarding the Active Solicitation of Personal Deposits by Employees of the Nanxin Sub-branch"

Today was Monday, December 1st, the weather overcast and cold. Fang Qingye had just arrived at the office and sat down, brewed a cup of tea he hadn't yet had a chance to drink, when Xia He knocked and came in.

He saw that she was holding a document in her hand, her expression very stern.

"Xiao Fang, before we got off work last Friday the city branch sent down the comprehensive ranking of all indicators at the end of November, take a look." So saying she handed Fang Qingye an Excel spreadsheet.

"Senior, judging by your expression, could it be that the ranking

Of course, within this there was also some of the Old Lady's own intention; otherwise how could Gu Li Liang truly have settled Cen Yuanniang's marriage on just a few words?

"Dare I ask the Immortal Lord, have you divined some heavenly secret?" an old antique dealer said excitedly; the Immortal Lord suddenly uttering such words would absolutely not be groundless—he must have calculated something.

Although still very far away, Chen Zheng could still see the faint blue-glowing tortoise-shell light armor spread all over the giant's body.

The shimmering blue light filled the entire space, like a tranquil deep sea, unable to stir even a ripple.

Today's Shimura Yang is a celebrity throughout all of Konoha; he became famous young, at seven defeated a Special Jonin and graduated early with force, and during the Second Great Ninja War even killed the Sand's ANBU chief; apart from the stain of defecting from his clan, Shimura Yang is the very model of the legendary "other people's child."

Yan Yan listened but was only half-convinced. The reason was simple: an SSS Evolver, also known as an Ultimate Evolver, is the most perfect being of talent; the Blue Star Federation has not seen one appear for many years now, and for the person opposite to open his mouth and claim his wife had reached this level was hard to convince anyone.

He didn't know how long had passed, the room was already a mess; Huang Yuan shook his head somewhat dazedly, gradually regaining consciousness, and then an expression of utter astonishment appeared on his face.

Jia She was already angry, and now seeing Yingchun had made the apple of his eye cry; while softly coaxing Miaoyan, he pointed at Yingchun and cursed loudly: "Beast! If I don't strip your hide today, I'm not the great master of this house!" So saying he ordered the servants to bring the family law, intending to personally punish Yingchun to vent Miaoyan's anger.

The many Saints all drew sharp breaths, their eyes revealing shock; experts at the Saint and Saint King level could tear space and shatter it, but to completely annihilate an entire stretch of space and turn it into a black hole, only a Great Saint-level expert could accomplish.

Several ancient inherited clans of the Thunder Domain had already gathered experts, slowly pressing toward the Heavenly Wind Domain; Lei Zi's death had made them clearly realize that if Huang Yuan were allowed to grow, it would be an annihilating catastrophe for them.

Su Zhuo heard this and nodded slightly; he too had heard of this Mercenary Association — similar to a Hangzhou barracks, it was a place that issued missions to Modifiers, with deep strength, run by the government, and whether in financial resources or public credibility, extremely powerful.

From two guardians, nine people sleeping, to over forty people secretly crouching — the upper ten floors out of this building's nineteen floors up and down.

Under the firelight, Qi Ning opened his hand and saw that the green glow was emitted by a necklace; the necklace was made of a gold chain, and beneath the fine golden chain hung a piece of warm jade, heart-shaped, a translucent green throughout, smooth and warm, its texture clearly extraordinary at a glance.

Lu Shanghe consecutively defeated two Elders of the Beggars' Sect, enough to prove his martial arts were truly outstanding, but at this moment he was beaten by a single Branch Master of the Beggars' Sect until he vomited blood; if not seen with one's own eyes, no one would believe such a scene.

Zhao Ming was about twenty-something, of moderate build, with delicate features, a refined and elegant air, looking quite extraordinary.

The Third Old Master coughed twice and casually reached for the teacup at hand, but the tea had not yet been brought up, so he grasped only air; the Qi brothers also exchanged glances, smiling sheepishly, saying nothing.

A chilling, terrifying howl of agony suddenly rang out; the head of the shrimp-man who had been putting up a last-ditch resistance was seized and torn off by Zhao Hu's outstretched hand, and blood from the headless neck spurted like a fountain, hissing as it shot upward.