Chapter 181: Father and Son Talk

The two sat facing each other on chairs on the balcony.

"Want something to eat?"

Zhao Dezhu asked automatically, then realized he had just said something wrong.

Indeed, his son shook his head: "I'm already dead. I can't eat anything."

"But your appearance is identical to when you were alive—it gives me illusions," Zhao Dezhu said.

Zhao Ruijin rubbed his fingers back and forth along the edge of the table, the sensation real

After sitting down, the two ordered several of the restaurant's signature dishes and waited for the food, chatting casually.

"Is there something else?" Han Wei also felt awkward and quickly suppressed his wandering thoughts, trying to ease the atmosphere.

With time to spare before the meeting, she drove out for a ride, passed a flower shop, and unconsciously pulled over to the curb.

As the auctioneer spoke, his gaze landed on Shao Wubin and the others. Yet, surprisingly, Shao Wubin did not speak up this time.

He did not ask further; a deep blue light flickered in his eyes, then he took my hand and pulled me out.

One by one, men were called out, trembling as they entered the hall, then emerged with ashen faces, dragged to the back courtyard, and directly assigned to hard labor on the rear mountain.

"Hide first! See how these hunter troops search—figure out their numbers and intentions before we strike!" Looking toward the direction of the speaker, Xiao Yaozi made his decision.

Recalling those days again—even now, Ling Feng felt a shiver run through him.

Five hundred men scattered like clustered ants, but it was too late! A towering pillar of molten lava erupted, melting the surrounding snow, bringing blazing light to the cold, silent world.

Yet after inspecting the crucial materials at the factory the next day, he somehow drove absentmindedly to his suburban villa.

"You mean the manager from headquarters is here to fire me?" For his biological father's wife, beating or yelling at him was her private matter behind closed doors. Yao Lan and I were outsiders—since she had nowhere else to vent her anger, she made sure to make our lives as hard as possible.

Liu Shi longed to rush to Xinyuan right now, drag out Bai Yiniang, and inflict every cruel punishment she could imagine.

As An Shan spoke, white smoke drifted from the ground around them, taking human shapes—some hovering in the air, others crouched on the earth, each form distinct. These ghostly faces were blurred, eerie, yet like soldiers on standby, ready to move at any moment.

If earlier everyone had hesitated or felt melancholy about Jin Shisan's actions, now the last trace of doubt vanished! Didn't they see how arrogant and reckless the Tianxuan Sword Sect was? If they show no mercy, why should Wang Hao and the others show any?

Farqing, sun, laughter, blood, death! Another string of words made Xi He's scalp tingle and his heart ache sharply.

I silently memorized his words; later, whenever I faced unfamiliar situations, I used them to encourage myself.

Now I was so excited I'd completely forgotten about Boss Zhang—I only thought about how to develop the dimensional space.

Her trump card was making Zhuang Yan realize how much she had secretly helped him—which clients she had introduced, which troublemakers she had quietly handled. In her mind, the old Zhuang Yan, upon learning this, would have been moved to embrace her tightly.

The staff of Xiangxi Hall all looked grim; they all knew Chen Weitong had come to cause trouble. When Xiangxi Hall operated normally, there had never been any security checks.

"Understood. Come pick me up later. Call when you arrive." Zhang Yang hung up after giving the order. Although this trip was mainly to help Lu Zhengyi look into the Yang family matter, he couldn't neglect his own affairs.