Chapter 962

The perpetrators of the Beijing-Guangzhou post road corruption case and the official factory embezzlement case were all beheaded and displayed to the public. This news was discussed on the streets for only three days before people gradually forgot about the case. After less than seven days, very few people mentioned it again.

It was indeed difficult for the common people of the capital to empathize with a corruption case that happened thousands of miles away. As for Wang Jian, most people just said that evil deeds bring their own retribution. Instead, they discussed the rising star Xu Chengchu a bit more.

Because

Dongfang Hongri curled his lips upon hearing this, his face full of disdain, and sneered, "Just based on you lot?" As soon as the words fell, those dozens of Shaolin and Emei disciples held sharp blades and charged up, shouting.

Later, Xiao Wei came to see her again. Cheng Lingzhi had been unconscious for so long that they were all quite worried. They frowned and left under Situ Haoyu's cold gaze.

"I say, Old Huang, aren't you taking yourself too seriously? You're just a wage earner, not a board member, yet you still want to offer suggestions to headquarters?" Fan Xiaolin of the Public Relations Department clearly disagreed with his approach.

Iron Snake didn't even hesitate and said directly, "Go. Anyway, they already know we are tracking them from behind. I'm afraid that if we don't go, they will be rude to my sister-in-law, so no matter what, we must go and meet them." Iron Snake looked at Bald Qiang with firm eyes.

On the other side, Flower-Skinned Dog's expression also changed. He looked at the video and prayed, "Mastin, you must not overtake at this time. The narrow road ahead can only accommodate one car." Clearly, Flower-Skinned Dog also had some understanding of the mountain road.

And the best candidate was none other than the old drunkard Lei Dongtian. After sending the old drunkard Lei Dongtian dozens of jars of fine wine, the slightly tipsy old drunkard Lei Dongtian thought this matter was extremely easy to handle, so he agreed without hesitation!

At this, the man in blue laughed completely, laughing very brightly, as if he hadn't heard such a funny thing for a long time.

Before long, the divine beast flew down like a white-blue meteor, carrying the group to the provincial capital in the northeast.

When they reached Yingchuan, Zhang Jiao's Yellow Turban Army had already fled in fear. Along the way, the main road was peaceful, and from time to time, commoners would come out with wine and food to reward the army, saying they were grateful to Cao Cao and Liu, Guan, and Zhang for driving away the Yellow Turban Army so that everyone could look forward to peaceful days again.

"Haha, boss, you will definitely feel proud of your wise decision. I, Pig Third, have also received many people who came to the Golden Triangle, and my reputation is still very good. So, hehe, about this price, one hundred US dollars a day, boss, you don't think it's too much, right?" This local man called Zhu Laosan rubbed his hands and looked at Ying Jun and said.

Situ Xuan smiled bitterly in the Divine Dragon Ring. Not to mention spending time with the Palace Master of Bingxiao, even meeting her once would likely lead to a fight, a situation of life and death.

In just the blink of an eye, he arrived behind Frey, holding a newly generated magic sword in his hand, the blade sharp.

Kill the immortal, have you thought about it? Lang Yu daring to think about it is already quite remarkable. He even thought about summoning a few demon beasts to gnaw Ling Songzi to death together, but unfortunately, he couldn't. The night was really cold, and Lang Yu sniffed.

"Alright, since Fan Jiachang's troops won't arrive for another five or six days, this first battle will be set for the hour of the Ox tomorrow night. The troops will take a detour to avoid the enemy's alert scouts and attack the enemy's main camp from the north side," Mo Kun said.

Zhang Ruming puffed out his chest proudly, but in his mind, he was thinking about how heavy that golden staff must be. Should he find someone to carry it, or should he hold it himself every day?

Watching himself crash into the gray shadow, Hong Ji had no choice but to move his divine sense again, his brow shining—let's trigger the tribulation a second time. Even if he were shattered, at least he wouldn't have his soul scattered, and if he were possessed by this demon, it would become a huge joke.

The Xuanwu Venerable looked at Huo Ziyin's helpless appearance, unable to help, and could only watch silently; he had no way to intervene in this matter. But he was worried, worried that the Huo Ziyin who understood etiquette and had a fearful psychology would disappear.