Chapter 89: Artifacts

The main room’s door was closed, but some remnants of the sunset streamed in through the windows.

Chen Yan sat on a chair, while Chu Keqing conversed with Mr. He; he, however, looked up at the black-and-white portrait of Mrs. He hanging on the wall—the elderly woman in the photo had a gentle, benevolent expression.

The portrait hung above a cabinet, beneath which lay the cabinet’s lower shelf.

But could Lin Feng really remain so carefree? Lo and behold, a dangerous net was quietly spreading.

“What is this?” Yan Hua picked up a round crystal the size of a baby’s fist, asking; it was red, with impurities inside, and from its appearance, it seemed less valuable than the gems on the first floor. Yet since it was displayed on the second floor, its worth must exceed that of the first-floor gems.

Qiu Yu was also stunned—could it be that the young marquis favored men? That would mean the future heir to the marquisate must be adopted from the second branch. Thinking of how the old lady had schemed so much, only to end up with this outcome, she was speechless.

As Ye Zi began speaking, Meng Fei started forming hand seals; after each seal, she pointed at a star in the Star Cloud Eight Trigrams, and that star slowly drifted to the position Ye Zi specified.

“Boss, almost done.” He took four money chests from the iron door beside the bank counter, strained as he hauled them toward the gang leader.

Lin Feng’s mental conversation with his brother seemed long, but it lasted only an instant; now that it was over and an agreement reached, he immediately devised a clever plan and began acting on it.

The prisoners, upon seeing the three appear, had already recognized their identities—they clearly came to rescue them.

Holding Ali in one arm and covering his face with the other, Wei Yang stared blankly at the sudden appearance of Situ Chenyi, stunned that he had actually struck him. And why had he appeared here out of nowhere? Had he conspired with Ning Xiang to humiliate him on purpose?

Leng Tian had just sealed Youda into the Purgatory when a thunderous explosion, like rolling distant thunder, echoed from the direction of Taigu City—a mushroom cloud of dense demonic energy surged skyward, engulfing the entire city.

Shi Xi felt a bad premonition rise in her chest; before she could ask what he meant, the man had already left the room.

Ruoxi’s heart pounded; she couldn’t believe she might still descend this mountain, might still see the outside world—overcome with emotion, her eyes misted over.

The Knight Division, needless to say, had lost its top position and now regarded him as their most unwelcome enemy, all of them determined to bring him down.

Perhaps certain she couldn’t escape, the man’s movements grew slow and deliberate; he pulled a switchblade from his pocket.

Yan Jiaojiao entered the room from nowhere and sat directly in the seat previously occupied by Shang Qingyue, hastily pouring herself a cup of tea and drinking it, showing not the slightest shame for having eavesdropped.

“Yes, Director Lu and Teacher Li were chatting behind, so he told me to sit over here,” Li Xuejian’s assistant replied.

Yu Shi bi then opened an opening at the top of the rock wall, leaving Li Jing alone within the rock peak, while the other five descended one after another through the opening.

This plan was Lu Feifan’s own, crafted according to Dapeng’s personality and abilities—but he couldn’t explain it to Dapeng, because anyone hearing their boss say “you need to lay low” immediately assumes they’re being shelved.

He thought it was over; even though she remained cold, she no longer refused his contact, and he believed everything was finally improving.

I glanced at Old Ma and Wang Yang—only one pill remained. Should I fight them for it?