Chapter 109: This Isn't About Money

The mountain rain kept falling without cease, and from within the great camp came the furious roar of General Er Zhu Rong.

"Liu Lisheng is nothing but a dead rat, hiding all day long without showing his head!"

General Er Zhu Rong commanded his troops with the methods of the hunt; whether facing an enemy army head-on or storming a fortified camp, he charged forward without hesitation, invincible wherever he went..

Unfortunately, in these mountains, his tactical methods yielded almost no results.

Liu Lisheng simply refused to clash with him head-on, nor did he care about the pots and jars in his own home.

Xenodiel's frame, the seventh unit of the MSV series, was originally named "Pathfinder," a twin unit to "Transient," and so its frame is very similar to Transient's.

"Have mercy, please." He said, watching Chen Ying walk over and extend her hand. His eye sockets were reddened, and greasy black hair hung down to his shoulders.

Gero may never know the origin of that "Siren Frost-Cracked Type"; in fact, this frame was originally a gift from the people of the Scarlet-Clad Pass to Captain Neuburg.

"You insisted on coming here yourself, so you can't blame me." Zheng Feng wore a look that said he'd love to help but couldn't — an infuriatingly smug expression.

Two more days passed, and Lu Yao's period arrived. Although her body had been nursed back to health by Old Ji, and her menstrual cramps had eased considerably, she still felt a bit uncomfortable when her period came.

"If I have the time, I'll visit those places for you, and then write to tell you about them." He promised her.

Hearing him agree so readily, Lang Lezheng's heart wavered even more. There was no reason for this man to deceive her — perhaps there really was some misunderstanding.

Ever since disembarking, even when Xiao Zhuo's gaze drifted elsewhere, his attention never left Zhong Wanyan. Seeing her smile at him now, he couldn't help but smile back in return.

After dealing with the common folk among the ordinary gang managers of the Ran family, when the group rushed to the Ran family's core territory, they were somewhat dumbfounded — because when the Shu family attacked the Ran family, they had actually driven common people to serve as cannon fodder, resulting in corpses strewn across the Ran family's core territory, a sight too harrowing to look at directly.

Yet before the grave, Miss Lin's expression was very calm; she merely stared blankly at the inscription on the stele for a while, silently burned some paper money, and then left. So calm that I couldn't believe it. Fearing this was the calm before an eruption, I had the women watched even more closely.

In the final analysis, the fact that he managed to pull off a successful mutiny owed much to the machinations of the Demonic Path and the Imperial Court. The reason both sides chose him was likely because they sensed in him that aura of madness that would lead to self-destruction — like a moth rushing into flame.

Xu Shuzheng suddenly felt a pang of pity for Yuan Shikai. By yielding like this, he effectively split central authority in two — one part Yuan's, one part Li's. This put Xu Shuzheng in a quandary: should he pity Yuan Shikai, be grateful for his past patronage and today's sincerity, and lend him another helping hand? Or should he go with the current of the times, rise up to oppose him, and bring him down?

If someone insists on crashing into me in the future, it would be somewhat uncharitable of me not to catch them — but if I simply catch them for free, it won't serve as a proper warning. Yixia really had a headache: just how could she manage to hit the right measure?

The young man suddenly vanished. It turned out he had nimbly slid down from the horse's head to the other side, deftly dodging the whip. This mounted troop numbered no fewer than thirty. Among them was one in purple robes — none other than the Pinglu Military Governor and Palace Attendant Liu Mei, whom everyone in Qingzhou loved to hate.

Thinking of all this, I felt somewhat self-reproachful: my sweeping reforms in the city have touched many industries, yet I have not yet addressed this very foundation of the nation — this too is my dereliction of duty. I hope it is still not too late to make amends.

Liu Yuanweihong's gaze swept slowly across the faces of the attending cadres, and he spoke in a heavy voice.

Backstage, old man Huang Zhan, Gu Jiahui, and Chen Xiaotang's gang of close buddies — Fatty Wang Jing, Fa Ge, Hua Zai, Xing Zai, and the others — were all so nervous their palms were sweating.