Chapter 808

“Master Dao, Mr. Gou, you are both esteemed figures, but as County Commandant Zhao, once my duties are involved, I am bound by them and cannot act as I wish,” Zhao Yan said gently.

Xiao Yu smiled and asked, “What do you think of Gou Sheng’s character?”

Zhao Yan replied, “Mr. Gou’s character is pure and upright; I deeply admire him.”

Xiao Yu said, “Someone like him, someone like me—how could we possibly commit illegal acts?”

As long as it’s not illegal, it has nothing to do with County Commandant Zhao, who investigates criminals.

Sun Meng placed the flashlight on the table, holding a fly whisk in her hand, alert to everything around her.

Wang Fei understood now—they had kicked a iron plate. People in their line feared no mountain tigers, only newborn calves. Tigers followed rules, but these people were different; their behind-the-scenes power meant nothing to him. This matter could not be settled peacefully.

After all, grinding for ordinary or easy-difficulty drops required multiple attempts to get one item they needed, but now with just a thousand gold coins, the chance of obtaining it was high—clearly a great deal for players.

Then something stunned him: the young man performed some trick—whenever his men approached him, they were flung back as if hit by a spring. He had barely given the order when the rest of them collapsed to the ground.

“I don’t know either. If you want specifics, only she herself can answer,” the landlady said.

“Master, it must be Hualing casting a spell,” Yi Lian gazed at the spot where the firelight had scattered—no dazzling neon lights there, only a dark, shadowy expanse. It was almost certainly the “Black Robe Alley.”

But only now, at this moment, did she realize how dull and tedious the fate she must bear truly was.

News spread that Lord Huo of the Huo family, Huo Sang, had been imprisoned in the Heavenly Jail and beaten with dozens of lashes, stirring up a storm across Chang’an, with common folk gossiping endlessly.

For cultivators without backing, he was indeed someone to avoid—but if they provoked him, they should not expect mercy. He never feared such threats. He had even crippled the highest-level Nascent Soul cultivator on Earth—why should he fear these?

Tian Xingguo stared toward the hospital room door, his slightly clouded eyes glistening with moisture.

I smiled silently—why not just sleep on the other side of Lele? Why go through all this trouble?

Duanzi was currently assembling a large model airplane, while Old Master Fu leaned on his cane beside him, his weathered face beaming with smiles, his usually sharp eyes now narrowed into slits, looking quite healthy.

Lu Wu shoved his head aside, then slammed into the carriage—no matter how much he complained, she didn’t give him so much as a glance.

Tian Xin stepped out of the elevator and immediately saw the golden characters “808” glowing on the semi-transparent glass wall opposite the elevator entrance.

Zhuang Yan was always composed; aside from the faint gasp upon entering, his demeanor remained unchanged in all interactions.

He had just been about to send Fatty to investigate the “Jin Prince’s Tomb,” but before he could speak, Fatty had already mentioned it.

Looking at the fifty thousand troops of the Netherworld, he began to worry again—how could he train so many? Even if some made mistakes, he might not even notice them, let alone correct them. This was a problem he hadn’t considered.

The scroll recorded the appearances, movements, and estimated strengths of all the outsiders who had entered Nanhua City over the years.

Fu’er persuaded Princess Jing’an to go out for a stroll; just then, Liu Shi came to keep her company, and Fu’er persuaded her too. One by one, he eventually convinced Chen Shi, and even Lu Shi, who had just returned home, to join them.

With their financial means, they clearly could not afford to dine in a private restaurant or private room—those were expensive and charged a ten percent service fee—so the family of three sat down in the large dining hall on the first floor.