Chapter 270: The Little Axe

Shen Siyuan woke up feeling refreshed, picked up his phone, and found a message from Ruan Hongzhuang asking if he had woken up yet.

Seeing he didn't reply, she stopped messaging.

So he sent her a message saying he had just woken up.

Ruan Hongzhuang immediately sent a photo of herself eating breakfast.

Jiang Yingxue smiled and waved at the camera.

"I'm going out with my mom later. What are you planning today?"

In the mute Zhang's villa on the outskirts of the capital, Yu Zhengran sat on a massive rock jutting out over the cliff at the back of the mountain, "admiring the view," his curved lips revealing his good mood.

I stared at the dark night sky, wondering what Wang Yingli really meant—did she not resent my threat? And I didn't even have photos of Xia Wanyu—could she not know that? Moreover, the relationship between Xia Wanyu and Wang Yingli seemed extremely hostile.

Zhang Guifang thought for a moment, then suddenly understood: Zhang Kuan might look big, but he was just a wax lance—impressive to look at, useless in practice.

I felt unwell today, so I didn't drink. In the past, Zhang Zhi would never have let me off, but he was also worried about my health, so he didn't make me drink.

Ye Ming's vision returned, revealing before him a vast desert space—an endless expanse of sand, beyond the distant horizon, an unbroken darkness.

"Fuck you! You dare send an A6? Do you think they'd accept it? I told you to send it under Old Fox's name! Otherwise, with your cowardly ass, I bet you couldn't even get into the military compound." I flew into a rage—Su Dongpo was clearly trying to scam me. No way—I won't pay.

"I have something I'd like to say while we have this chance," Lin Feng said softly with a smile as he took the microphone from Han Bing.

Ye Shaojie glanced at his fist once, then never looked at it again, made no evasive move, as if he hadn't seen it at all, his expression slightly startled as he fixed his gaze on the man.

Who knew these siblings would show not the slightest mercy? How disgraceful—do they still regard him as an elder, as an uncle?

Suddenly, it didn't matter who Su Qing liked—so long as she was happy with Mo Yincheng. Mo Yincheng was right: Su Qing had suffered too much because of him; now, all that mattered was her happiness.

Duan Zhong nodded. Though Xiao Li had verbally agreed now, who could say what the future held? Besides, he had killed Xiao Li's son—what if he handed over the bomb only to be killed by Xiao Li right after? The thought filled him with deep unease.

Dao Qianjun's idea was sound: if he went to notify Chen Fei, the others might not be so lucky. Better for him to hold off the Invading Knight and create an opening for the rest.

"Fine! Since you don't mind the trouble, I'll save on transport costs!" I opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

Pu Yuzi's eyes flickered with surprise. He glanced around at the wreckage, then at the woodcutter, unharmed, and believed her words without doubt.

"It's me, Zi Chen," Wei Yan hurried to clarify. Hearing Xia Hou's voice, his uncertain heart finally settled.

Among all famous figures in the world, none were as unreliable as Meng Qingyi—and yet, precisely because of that, he felt more approachable. Even Xie Wuyi, meeting him for the first time, felt this big brother was worth getting to know.

"Overreaching," said Lu Xue as he seized Yue Zhengxie's hair and slammed his head hard against the post of the gallows behind him, Yue Zhengxie's lips tightly sealed.

Xu Yixuan lifted his head slightly. The sunlight was dazzling, yet he felt no joy—he didn't think he'd done anything remarkable, but this matter had truly affected his mood.