Chapter 82: The Movie That Made Hollywood

Noon.

The sun shone brightly.

Yang Bo squatted on the ground, miserable, smoking a pack of [Da Qianmen] cigarettes costing five yuan.

A breeze blew, carrying not only the scent of smoke but also stirring his trembling heart.

As the site administrator of [Movie Home] and a newly emerged media figure, he had spent over a thousand yuan to buy a set of branded business suit, [Niu Ba Ke], and wore it.

He wanted his [Movie Home] to give [Hero

Since the other party had called, they must want something, so Zhang Quyi wasn’t too nervous.

Just then, the red-haired fox, who had been feigning death, suddenly moved, twisting its body in a bizarre way to dodge the Golden-Eyed Giant Eagle’s talons and bit the eagle’s neck at the last possible instant.

Just then, a breeze outside the window stirred, making the protective-flower bells beneath the eaves chime softly—“Ding Ling Ling”—startling her into sudden wakefulness. The flowers and trees in Jixiang Garden had almost all been cleared away by Aunt Ding, yet the protective-flower bells beneath the eaves had not been removed.

“He kicked us out of our place, but we found somewhere else to live—it’s not a big deal, just a bit harder on the job,” Jiang Xiaochu said.

He saw the wild horse that had escaped his fatal counterattack not pursue his own craft, but instead reinforce the ground-level two-against-three chase. By the time he tried to join the battle, it was already over before he could even fly close.

Li Ye had no time to catch up with Da Niu, Stutterer, and the others, because Miao Xiulan and Li Qingmei both opposed him joining the retreat.

Of course, if it was ultimately confirmed that the assassination order came from Jiangnan, Zhang Quyi would not hesitate for a moment.

Yu Tao had shifted from previously resisting Li Ye to now harboring an indescribable admiration and reverence—his transformation was like night and day.

Cardilea opened a magic array in her palm, and then a dozen black energy bands, resembling snakes, coiled around her body before vanishing into her flesh.

Although the nobleman’s hundred personal soldiers didn’t each have full metal armor—that would be too extravagant—they each carried a fine iron longsword, wore high-quality leather armor, and clearly trained often; in today’s environment, they were barely considered an elite force.

“Old Master, why are you only now eating?” Ye Ying walked into the courtyard and saw Ye Hun arranging bowls and chopsticks, ready to eat.

He seemed to see his mother again, pale as a sheet of paper, floating atop the heavy bed. Her once-flowering beauty was no longer vibrant. She gripped his hand tightly, her grip weak, forcing up a faint, incomplete smile.

After hanging up, Ye Ying searched online for information on Qingsong Group. His plan was simple: go treat Chairman Sima Ke. Why say “treat”? Because even if he had no illness, if Ye Ying said he did, then he did. The Ghost Physician wasn’t just a title.

Zhang Tiancheng scratched his head and said, “If Sanlang is going, how can I not go? There’s nothing to do in Xincheng anyway—might as well take a little stroll.”

“I believe only in evidence. Confess truthfully,” Yang Jiaojian said, stern and merciless.

“Wife, you look beautiful today,” Ye Feng turned her around and touched her cheek.

Liu Wanrou paused slightly upon hearing Lin Bo’s words, and through the rearview mirror, she indeed saw Ye Feng loading luggage.

As the two professional commentators finished their evaluations, the audience below erupted like a boiling pot.

“Yes, General Li will act immediately,” Li Jian bowed, then vanished with two guards.

“Very likely,” Ling Lan poured herself a glass of water and also poured one for Lian Zijie.

Ai Qin finished recounting her first dream, struggled to steady her breathing, calmed herself, and ordered a servant to make her a cup of coffee.

“It’s nothing, just a bit of a chill—you haven’t answered my question yet,” Lin Ruochu wouldn’t let it go so easily; instead, Shen Wanqing’s evasiveness made her suspicious.