Chapter 156: Work Assignment

"Shen Siyuan, what does your girlfriend look like? Is she pretty?"

"Average, nothing special."

"What does she do?"

"She works in foreign trade."

"Then her salary must be high?"

"Probably decent—I never asked."

"When can we meet her?"

"There'll be plenty of chances later."

……

Shen Siyuan answered his colleagues' questions one by one.

Zhou Chuan and Lin

With a soft 'beep,' the elevator doors slid open, and Su Zimo and the others stepped out, greeted by a bustling, noisy scene.

The Moonlight Guild was thus established; Duan Qiu gave Ye Wu and the others several contract scrolls—those who met the criteria could join the guild after signing.

Dark lines appeared on his forehead; even with Liu Tian's composure, he couldn't help a bitter smile—this situation truly was a predicament. Yet earlier, he had assumed the Thorn Beast's behavior stemmed from its level being too low to attain human consciousness, but now, looking back, it was different.

The void twisted, and two short swords materialized, seized directly in his hands—Tian Gan Di Zhi.

Upon arriving here, Duan Qiu saw Yieta and several elves struggling in battle, surrounded by over a dozen demons emitting Saint-level fluctuations.

That's why he kept sighing—first for his own fate, second for the fate of those eunuch insects.

But thinking of Zhengji and their family ties, she let go, happily tidying up for her husband.

This battle was brutal; Ba Feng Camp suffered heavy losses and would need time to recover.

After the bomb was installed, the two retreated to over ten meters away; Duan Qiu activated his magic shield, then Hongyi triggered the bomb.

"Then let's part ways for now. I hope to see you both again in the Eternal Night Mansion." Ye Feng smiled, bowed, and offered no forced explanation—by the time they reached Jiuyou Sea, they would know he spoke truth.

Feng Yu paid it no mind, unaware that later, Zhan Xingchen nearly lost half his life—and he himself was the culprit.

After playing around a while, Lin Feng dressed and left the infirmary with Leina. He looked up at the brilliant stars overhead—it must be close to midnight.

That gaze was like a cat that had caught a mouse—clearly thinking, "You're my dinner, I'll play with you first, then swallow you whole."

Before the colleague finished speaking, Zhen Tiantian stormed over, followed not by anyone else but the director of Shanghai Television.

"Sir, are you here to see Lian Ying?" A voice as celestial as music rose from behind.

He finally understood why Li Zicheng, merely a postal worker, could stir up such a storm—even capture Luoyang and personally kill Prince Fu.

Oda Nobunaga was a cunning rogue; he incited constant infighting among Japan's daimyos, causing them to slaughter each other, while his Great Ming reaped the benefits—clear as day, utterly aware.

He first marveled at his master's martial arts—though not flashy or showy, they excelled in practicality; each strike was silent and unseen until, mere inches from the opponent's body, the white wax pole would tremble, unleashing explosive force.

"What, not even a shred of face to give?" Li Erniu was stubborn; seeing Leng Yunfeng flatly refuse with no room for negotiation, he grew annoyed.

The other team members, sensing a show, quickly followed Tang Xinyi's pace, their expressions eager, anticipating how Tang Instructor would deal with Leng Yunfeng.

He felt a flood of emotions—he had traveled thousands of miles to Mars. If even a Great God like Huoyan Jingmu couldn't cure Teacher Cui, what other hope did he have?