Chapter 957: The Golden Dyke Crumbles from Ant Holes, Not in a Single Night

Xu Chengchu came to investigate corruption; even corrupt officials must acknowledge one basic fact: corruption is a crime, not accepted by society.

On this land of the Central Plains, since ancient times, it has been: the people tolerate no greed, the law protects no corruption.

The Xia Shu: Yu Xing states: “To steal others’ virtues while being evil is darkness; to corrupt one’s office through greed is filth; to kill without restraint is banditry.”

Using one’s strength to commit evil and seize others’ wealth is darkness; greed that ruins official integrity is filth.

The Huangji Sword also hummed, vibrating with readiness—this was the bearing of a king, the king’s blade, finally unsoiled, ready to display its might in this battle.

Looking at the rabbit meat, thinly and evenly sliced on the plate, Sang Jinyue truly felt hungry; she took it, picked up chopsticks, clipped a slice, dipped it in sauce, and put it in her mouth—her eyes instantly brightened.

Luo Nanchu said nothing, only lowered her head and slowly rested her face against his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist.

The mysterious figure, wearing a fishbowl helmet and green armor, used a drone to suspend a wire, shouted through a loudspeaker, and swept past the tour bus.

If an apology was not enough for Qingqing to forgive Ye Xuanli, then a duck leg would be—after all, Qingqing was a foodie.

“Xi Lei, please invite Jinxiu sister and her husband to dinner,” came Chun’er’s cheerful voice.

Although Ai Mo had sensed the approach of the green light, the injuries on his body were too severe—he had no time to dodge, and could only watch helplessly as the green glow slammed into his body.

Luo Nanchu raised her hand to cradle her face, gazing at her pale, slender features; Tang Qing’s eyes were filled with tears, looking sorrowful.

Only then did she realize she had spoken wrongly—her senior sister indeed had no seven emotions and six desires, but she did not like others saying so.

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Although these words might have some exaggeration, Meng Jincai was genuinely frightened—if the matter truly escalated this far, he would be unable to account for it.

Zhao Xiaozhuo immediately grew gloomy, said nothing more, and quickly started the car, driving away from the train station.

This sense of satisfaction made Qin Lanxue’s clear, beautiful phoenix eyes glow like a pool of deep-blue wine—intense, fragrant, radiating the most alluring aura.

Rubbing her slightly numb cheeks, Lin Yi looked around; Mei Le and Chen Ming were also lying on the sofa, fast asleep—given how deeply they slept, they must have stayed up late playing Legend yesterday.

“What if he really…” Shen Muqing gazed at the imposing Xiao Sa, deeply worried.

“The devils are too strong—they’ve surrounded us completely. Though we still have some grain left, it’s not much; if we go on like this, it won’t work!” Ashen said seriously, and Bai Yu, standing beside him, nodded in agreement.

“I’m just afraid you can’t hold up,” Nie Dong said, his words sharp but spoken with a smile.

After returning to the classroom, Lin Yi was filled with inner conflict; he couldn’t focus on the rest of the lesson. This state persisted until the dismissal bell rang.

She had just wrapped up the injury on her ankle. She deliberately drew the attention of the rogue agents, made a loud commotion, and lured several groups after her; relying on her supreme martial skill, she escaped successfully—but alone in the night, she slipped up and was wounded on the ankle by a rogue agent’s hook-sickle spear.

In the end, the cost of delivering silver was far lower than delivering physical goods; transporting one hundred shi of grain from a remote mountain region to the provincial capital consumed far more manpower and resources than transporting one hundred taels of silver.

The golden silk net, which had earlier seemed invincible, crushing masters like dogs, was now visibly burned open into a gaping hole.