Chapter 173: Three Little Ones Reunited

"How old are you this year?" Shen Siyuan asked Zhao Ruijin, who was looking around.

"Fifteen," Zhao Ruijin said.

Fifteen years old—right in ninth grade. No one knew what accident had befallen him.

But that was years ago; if he were still alive now, he'd likely be in college.

Before Shen Siyuan could ask how he had died,

Zhao Ruijin asked back: "Brother, is this your home?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Only Liu Tian would know how those thousand gold coins had truly been earned—it was rolling in death, walking hand in hand with the God of Death.

As a special forces soldier, Yuan Xing knew the characteristics of Muay Thai inside and out, especially during his time at the boxer training camp, where he often faced such opponents.

Su Xier, hearing this, opened her clear, large eyes and said softly, "I want to stay with Dad. I'll be very, very good," then gazed pitifully at Su Zimo.

The spiritual light swirling above Lingxiao Palace suddenly took form, each figure wary and alert, yet all closely watching the palace within—until a piercing sound of swords being drawn echoed from inside, and blade-light pierced through the palace walls, still blindingly cold.

A massive You blue fist and half a You blue finger coalesced, charging straight toward the finger aura.

"Exposing my identity? I already swore to the Palace Mistress I'd never reveal it—no need for you to worry," Hua Tang replied with commanding authority.

To be dragged out by the Embroidered Uniform Guard and still live to see tomorrow's sun was absolute luck.

"I'll make this Nuo Kang regret being born!" Zhao Zhenchao growled, his eyes streaked with bloodshot veins.

Hearing Liu Lu's question, Zheng Ji paused, then gave a faint, bitter smile. Fate played tricks: he'd thought they'd fly together, but Song Lao's interference had accidentally steered him away from Yangcai. "I probably can't go to Yangcai anymore—something unexpected happened."

Upon spotting the enemy, Yuan Xing slowly crouched, pulled two captured grenades from his waist, disengaged the safeties, held them in his hands for two seconds, then hurled them toward the enemy.

Even if both of them claimed they weren't the type to scheme or plot, hadn't she still been holding out before?

Still, he wasn't afraid Luo Jiao would come looking for him—everything was already settled. Even he couldn't change it now. He'd make Luo Jiao see clearly: this was always her fate. Luo Jingya had taken her place.

This statement barely stopped short of saying outright: among the three Ling sisters, Ling Xingxian was the most calculating; her depth of cunning far surpassed that of Ling Xingqi and Ling Xingwen.

"I don't know if Lan'er is heartbroken, but I know there are countless men better than you—she'll be happier without you," Li Jinyu said.

Guan Honglie glanced at the closed roller shutter, slashed a large hole in it with his bone knife; behind him, Liu Qiang and Ou Tong drove the Mianbaoche up.

Zhu Zi followed him over and saw his entire body covered in wounds, even a patch of charred, blackened flesh on his chest.

Because lying on his back made his spine uncomfortable, he half-awake rolled over, nearly half his body pressing onto Yue Miao without realizing it.

Yaozhidao, now across all of Huaxia, there are very few large corporations with assets exceeding ten billion; if Pingyu Group could truly reach that level, it would become one of the absolute top players in Huaxia's business world.

Saying anything was useless; better to let things take their course. If she thought that of him, then he'd simply become exactly that person.

Yang Lan saw the leader let out a huge sigh and wipe sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. She couldn't help but laugh gleefully—but she was tightly held by Chang Lin, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.