Chapter 462: Youngster, Put Down the Opportunity in Your Hands

Zhao Qiuxue still looked bewildered, but the server following Jiang Nian quickly left.

Ran into a lunatic.

Bad luck.

Jiang Nian didn't care about the server's gaze; outside, identity is self-made, and one's own comfort matters most.

"It's fine, just speaking offhand."

After both sat down again, Zhao Qiuxue didn't put on the air of an elder—of course she couldn't anyway—and cut straight to the point.

"My old friend

Zhao Qiuxue still looked bewildered, but the server following Jiang Nian quickly left.

Ran into a lunatic.

Bad luck.

Jiang Nian didn't care about the server's gaze; outside, identity is self-made, and one's own comfort matters most.

"It's fine, just speaking offhand."

After both sat down again, Zhao Qiuxue didn't put on the air of an elder—of course she couldn't anyway—and cut straight to the point.

"My old friend

Unlike Ji Kai's imagination of capital mercenary bands being overwhelmingly powerful, Tian'an City would never have powerful mercenary bands.

At this moment, the scene was extremely awkward. Principal Tan rubbed his hands, unsure what to say; just moments ago, he was the school authority and the other party was a parent. The initiative seemed in his hands, but now he had become someone's subordinate—in an instant, these three before him were his bosses.

"Jiang Hua, since you've done this, next time we meet, it will be a fight to the death." Chen Yu coldly shouted at Jiang Hua, one arm wrapped around Liang Yan's slender waist, leaping away.

However, Shen Tu Cheng's soul force had never truly injured Yang Wang, let alone the current Yang Wang. Of course, Shen Tu Cheng had never intended to kill Yang Wang before—he was merely toyed with him. But now Yang Wang possessed the formidable Xuan Huang Bu Mie Body, and was no longer what he once was.

"Excellent!" Guo Jia lightly waved his feather fan: "Right now, the biggest concern is that Brother Xia Hou might learn Xu Huang and Hua Xiong have mobilized, and they'll panic and launch a full assault!" Having said that, Guo Jia stole a glance at Long Fei, then quickly turned away, not continuing.

I turned back to look at Bai Ling again; I can't look at her too much now. Before, I was quite bold—I'd just go up and pull her away. But now, seeing her makes me afraid, tense—I don't know why.

"Huh! They're still alive!" The two elderly men, filled with infinite emotion, suddenly shot brilliant light from their eyes, all gazing toward the distance.

"Liang Yan sister, just say yes without worry." Suddenly, Chen Yu shouted at the top of his lungs.

"What did you see?" Jiang Hua stared in shock at the child, no more than five or six years old, and asked softly.

Thinking it over, Zhou Qing lowered her aura to the True Yuan Realm. Then, with a single teleportation technique,

she appeared in the city.

They felt that even without the surprise unit's help, just their seven men, combined with their stun grenades, flashbangs, and other gear, could subdue the target in an instant.

The newcomer was tall and slender, wearing a dark green linen shirt and white leggings—plain attire, yet radiating an irreplicable noble aura from her.

But Li Zhenjiang wasn't worried at all; after this sea voyage back, Liu Jianbo would naturally become familiar, just like when they first started fishing with Liu Hao.

When she saw the screen filled with accusations against Ye Zhuo for being rude, Cen Yuyan's smile deepened.

At Jia Shu's Noodle Shop, Liu Jun, lost in the deliciousness of the noodles, curiously asked Liu Hao.

Meanwhile, Tang Yu's performance drew the attention of the three teachers, though they didn't believe Wang Tiechui could defeat Yan.

Saying this, she turned on the front camera, rose onto her toes, and pressed her chin forward against Ren Ming's face.

The artillery of the Ille-Villeneuve Legion was positioned on both flanks to prevent the Black Dragon Legion from breaking through the sides.

Such methods were unheard of; indeed, no one should be underestimated, nor anyone dismissed.

Jiang Chengce had just stepped into the pitch-black, rust-covered abandoned ice shop when he saw Jin Suyan, bound at hands and feet, mouth stuffed with Mao Jin, pinned to a chair by Chen Buren, struggling desperately and shouting at him.

As soon as she spoke, she seemed to have used up all her strength, her eyes closed, limbs went limp—where was the slightest trace of "spirit"?