Chapter 139: The Second Night (8000 Characters)

Chen Yan had always believed in one principle: a “secret” can only be called a secret if only one person knows it. Once more than one person knows it, it’s no longer a secret.

This was a belief in his heart, unrelated to how close he was to Chu Keqing, or even whether Chu Keqing was trustworthy.

Only himself.

The middle-aged police officer outside, after his reinforcements arrived, led in a younger officer.

Along the way, all he saw was what seemed to be an ordinary sanatorium—he couldn’t discern anything else.

Though human, she was unquestionably a genius; she had, within mere decades, transformed humanity’s circumstances, and her contribution was indispensable.

If Qi and Xi ever turned hostile and war broke out again, the Qi people could swiftly march along the railway straight to Mexico City and wipe out the colonial government before they even had time to react.

From Ai Ran Tiliya’s memories, Mu Qingzhi had learned of the Red World’s condition—compared to the Present World, that realm had already been shattered into countless ruins, life there was extremely harsh; otherwise, why would so many Red World dwellers go to such lengths to abandon their homeland and come to the Present World?

The makeup artist saw Director Wu arrive and felt as if rescued; she knew she couldn’t touch Xia Xiao, so she pointed to Xia Kou to complain: “Cousin Wu, Sister Xia Kou falsely accused me of stealing her chair.”

“Captain, are you free now?” Wang Qiyi didn’t even think—she flatly rejected Ling Tong’s suggestion to practice opening up on the big black cat.

Xiao Zong had already organized the pile of cash, placing it together with an old wooden money box inside a bamboo tube—sixty-six thousand six hundred yuan total. Add the scattered coins thrown by other tourists, and it was enough to buy a senior mobility scooter.

This was why, despite simpler methods of using Existence Power to create money, she deliberately chose the route of scamming—because the Existence Power consumed by the latter was only 1% of what the former required.

After finding a clean set of clothes and stepping out, she realized everyone’s eyes were fixed on her.

Waiting for Qin Qinnan to rescue her was like searching for a needle in the ocean—she had no idea when it might happen; right now, the most important thing was self-rescue.

After uttering a single soft word, Fang Mu’s butcher knife dissolved into countless blades of light, sweeping over the black palm.

The beggar, clad in rags and covered in grime, lay asleep in the corner, unaware of the two people’s movements.

The Grand Elder let out a helpless chuckle—water spilled cannot be taken back. Though the Old Devil was utterly unorthodox, he had brought about profound changes for Qing Huai, proving he truly loved her.

Her apology was humbling, yet no matter what, it could not change the regret burning inside her at this moment.

After the two sides met, she spoke only those few words. The atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious—there was no hint of a fight.

Nowadays, Li Xiuming still held some influence in court, while the other imperial princes lacked outstanding ability; none could match him—yet the Later Zhou and Liang states were still watching with hungry eyes.

After Su Yu revealed his Heavenly Immortal-level power—and publicly crushed a true Heavenly Immortal—no one or faction dared obstruct the Great Zhou’s expansion any longer.

“Li Mu, you go first. I’ll handle everything. After all, as the client, I don’t want you getting hurt over this,” Anna urged Li Mu, hoping he’d leave now—even though there might be no real danger.

But no matter what demands this mission imposed, for Ling Hao, they were essentially no demands at all.