Chapter 283

"This is the guest room; I worried the guests might get bored, so I added a bookshelf and connected a home theater system with plenty of movies—of course, you can play games too..."

"This is the master bedroom; it'll be our room from now on. It's similar to the guest room, but the sheets and pillowcases? I carefully picked them all myself..."

"This is the children's playroom; Duo Duo and the others can play here every day—sliding boards, seesaws, toys, dance mats, interactive games..."

Yinzuo Zhao Yue listened as Xiao Shan spoke, seeing the urgency in Xiao Shan's eyes—clearly not feigned—and nodded dejectedly. When Xiao Shan asked the young man beside him, she smiled.

Yinzuo Zhen Zhao and Yinzuo Zhao Yue looked at the newspaper on the table, their spirits lifted. Especially Yinzuo Zhen Zhao, who was wildly excited—the last supply line of the Chongqing government had been severed by the Empire; it seemed the tide of war was tipping in their favor. Yinzuo Zhen Zhao beamed at Yinzuo Zhao Yue.

After the two disciples who brought in the prisoner left, the Enforcement Hall was left with Elder Jin Dai, Wu Yong, and the few unfortunate men. Wu Yong was ecstatic inside—though the matter had taken some effort, it had been resolved with outstanding success, the outcome truly astonishing.

Four threads shot out from the corners of Lin Yu's talisman wheel, splitting into two streams and moving downward. Lei Xinyao opened her eyes, realizing she hadn't died from the fall, and exhaled in relief. She stared at Lin Yu's miraculous techniques, her eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.

"I've suspected it too, but I had no way to prove it," Liao Chuanzhi was no fool.

After hearing Liao Qing'er's account, Zhong Nan finally understood the full story—and gained much deeper insight into Miss He.

"I don't know. The location of the Academy War is chosen by the Academy itself and isn't disclosed to students beforehand. But this place should be one of the safer areas in this region," Wen Ya surveyed the surroundings and said after finding no danger.

It wasn't until Feng Jing mistook Yin Yi for a black car driver that Yin Yi saw Zhang Yumeng's first relative.

"I asked the two fabric shops where I placed my order—they got the design from Tianxi Design Company!" said Director Jiang.

"Pay attention—he's likely hiding accomplices somewhere. He's scouting, luring Qi Er out. Once Qi Er appears, they'll pounce and snatch him. I've seen this tactic before. I've lived this long—what can hide from me?" said an old man in his fifties.

Inside the car sat the three top-tier beauties Gu Buke had arranged through the club manager.

Turns out this informant was double-faced; probably low-ranking in the Baisha Gang, he didn't care who ruled Jibei City—better to take the Young Master's recruitment fee than risk his neck.

Zhuang Yin had spent many years traveling, and he'd developed some insight into weather changes. When he said it would rain tomorrow, it almost certainly would.

"Innocent? If I killed your whole family and then told you, 'I didn't know they were your relatives,' would you spare me?" Wu Hao asked, his face dark.

On one hand, Jiang Feng felt the urgency of further organizing the Dan Theory; on the other, he needed to prepare the necessary materials—including a beast egg to suppress the Black Snake Spirit, and the spiritual ingredients and elixirs required for his own breakthrough to a higher realm. Though these were merely aids, they were indispensable.

Of course, this situation arose because she had resources; others might strive just as hard but could never acquire such excellent resources.

It's a pity—Sun SiRui was fierce, but he simply couldn't compare to He Yiting, who had endured the baptism of war.

The guard captain sighed. The lord was away—at the Beishan Spirit Stone Mine. He went to find the family's steward himself. He couldn't meddle in the petty squabbles among the young masters.