Chapter 85: Rising to Hot Search! (Second Update!)

September 5 morning.

【Tianyu】.

Zeng Qiang sat in his office, silently watching the data for “Heroic Bloodshed” from all angles.

There were still five days left until the release of “Heroic Bloodshed.”

Yet, this wuxia film, bringing together filmmakers and investors from both the mainland and Hong Kong, had drawn astonishing attention within the film industry!

From “China Film Weekly,” to “China Film Daily,” to “Daily Film,” and even to film

Nearby, leaning on the railing and gazing at the scenery, Drake and the elite camp students all perked up their ears upon hearing this.

They were not relieved at having narrowly escaped death and returned from hell, but heartbroken that their own company had nearly been wiped out, only saved by timely reinforcements that held the position.

The thunder blade sprang out on its own and flew into his hand. Shao Yu looked at the Black Mage and said, “I need an explanation.” He didn’t strike immediately because these people only had their wrists slit, bleeding out—not severed like beasts.

Outside, Hu Zi called Xiao Xiao Princess, and Zhang Zhen did not object; after all, Xiao Xiao had already been granted the title of Princess, and calling her “little sister” in front of thousands of soldiers would indeed be improper.

Wen Shihao fell silent, and the media friends could only temporarily call it quits, their cameras fixed entirely on Wen Shihao, who kept her head down and checked the time three times within five minutes.

After a night’s rest, Zong Xin led the eighteen riders to Tongguan. Upon arriving, everyone was stunned: a force of twenty thousand troops was stationed just outside Tongguan’s gate. Originally, twenty thousand didn’t seem like much—but the entire encampment stretched endlessly, intimidating to behold.

It was nighttime now; the Japanese dared not light torches or even turn on flashlights, fearing ambushes from snipers and grenades.

It seemed they’d dragged him over to be the tank, but whatever—he’d try taking down one first. If it worked, he could keep going.

The second berserk was the captain’s limit; after the second berserk, his magic resistance became terrifyingly high, finally snapping the black threads. Once freed from the black lines, the captain planted his twin axes in the ground, gasping heavily.

Miranda and Tai Mi were each surrounded by two warriors and a Child of Life, unable to get close. Yi Fu, struggling to advance, was pursued not only by one professional but also a Child of Life, forcing her to dodge endlessly across the disc.

“How do you know?” The manager was terrified by Song Ying’s bold words—if Tang Yanchu heard this, he’d lose his job.

In winter mornings, there were fewer people. After over two months of operation, Nie Ruoxi had begun to grasp the basics of running the 4S dealership.

Moreover, Cheng Linfeng, who worked diligently and understood the hidden rules of the secondary market, must be retained—he absolutely needed equity incentives.

“Song Yuhen hasn’t come to class for two days. Zheng Zan, notify him he must come tomorrow.” After the final evening self-study session, the homeroom teacher instructed Zheng Zan, who followed behind Qu Wu.

She trailed behind, head down, trying to keep her distance—but for some reason, when she slowed, they slowed too.

Tan Jincheng nodded; it was true. Aside from Ninghe’s 168 yuan, even Jixian at the northernmost end was more expensive than Jinghai.

The difficulty of industry was evident here: the manpower, material, and financial demands were enormous, and the complexities involved were extraordinary.

Lu Chengyang came alone; his bodyguard immediately stepped forward, but Tang Yanchu stopped him.

Xiao Luyuan and Chi Yu held back the agitated Song Yuhen, genuinely afraid he’d beat Zheng Zan to death.

“I chose to go to the music academy because I love music.” He cut her off with a clumsy excuse.

She was truly tired, too lazy to play with Yan Si anymore. Mu Xia lowered her head: “Xingxing, we…”—she suddenly gasped. “Xingxing? Where’s Xingxing?” It had just been at her feet—how could it vanish so quickly?