Chapter 72: Recruitment! (First Chapter)

The morning wind.

Carrying a faint chill.

As a group of pirated goods sellers nervously passed the Gongan Bureau, one even opened the window and scrambled to jump out of the vehicle.

Over these past days, the crackdown on piracy had grown tighter by the day, and many colleagues had been arrested.

At this moment…

If caught, they might be made an example of and fined into ruin!

But…

Fortunately!

Just as

Before he could reach for his TA90 pistol, a pair of glowing green eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness before him—like two lanterns in the dark, deeply chilling.

“Name?” Long Yun was startled; such a lapse shouldn’t exist. If the other party clearly understood the connection with Walker, why leave such a trail?

To possess a treasure mountain but be unable to use it—better never to have known its wonders at all.

Qiao Luoyu’s heart tightened. Last night, he had heard Xi Zhi call out “Big Brother Lu,” and he already suspected their relationship was no ordinary one; her words now confirmed his faint, lingering suspicion.

The scorpion tail thrashed violently, stretching and retracting like a steel cable, its barb glinting with cold light, illuminated by eerie glows—clearly venomous.

Spontaneously circulating, Qin Moyu’s cultivation instantly surged from Foundation Establishment early stage to mid-stage.

His opponent was obliterated in a single palm strike, reduced entirely to charred ash by flames.

The broad-faced man was Luo Peng. He walked through the gate into a small enclosed room; after pushing open the door and stepping out, the courtyard behind appeared before him.

The song was not sad, but deeply warm. At first, everyone smiled knowingly at its insights into daily life, but by the end, they were utterly moved to tears by its tenderness.

Luosi picked up the crystal whiskey bottle, poured some into a wine glass, and handed it to Finch.

It was a spiked mace, its head as large as a human head—imagine the result if struck.

Heh, he said he’d draw whenever he had time—but when that time would come, no one could say.

From the sound and distance, discerning netizens had already analyzed it was likely an anti-materiel sniper rifle, firing from over twelve hundred meters away.

Yet these intricate patterns resembled none he had ever seen; though they connected to every part of the statue’s body, they emitted no energy whatsoever—as if utterly inert.

After the banquet began, everyone merely exchanged toasts, exchanged contact details, and chatted casually. Su Nan observed Qin Wenti for a long time, then picked up a cup of baijiu and walked over.

Force Disruption Gun, Spacetime Teleport, Amphibious Suit, Money Bag—these were the least practical units in Red Alert II, without exception; any basic air unit could easily crush them.

“Hey? My temper’s flaring again!” Hearing Wang Lang’s protest, Zhao Meili reached out to fight him again, but Bai Xinyi grabbed her, sparing Wang Lang from disaster.

Though I said so, I still went to watch Shen Duo’s match the next day. Liu Xin was slightly surprised to see me, then smiled knowingly.

Su Nan called Chen Shiman; his anger had already dissipated, so Chen Shiman was less furious—but thinking of how this guy was growing increasingly reckless, even daring to kiss her in front of so many people, she felt both shame and rage.

Their control over Menzoberranzan lasted only a few decades—just a few years earlier than the establishment of the Ysiss family. Such a short time was far too brief for a great clan, too brief even for the curse of Menzoberranzan to take root upon them.