Chapter 95

Luoyangcheng Imperial Palace.

This unfinished imperial palace had a large gap in its northwest wall, left unrepaired due to the Liuzhen Rebellion.

Now, it is occupied by the Imperial Guard’s encampment.

The main hall of the palace has been completed.

Rain fell lightly; Li Shen wore armor, guarding before the palace, his entire suit soaked through.

Yuan Mingyue held an umbrella in one hand and a food box in the other.

The duke had already taken the elevator to the top floor; this elevator was exclusive, inaccessible to outsiders, so the moment he stepped in, Na Tie knew exactly where he was going.

Pan Yuhong did not order Pan Long to conceal himself; instead, he landed openly beside Meng Feifei’s residence.

“Ugh, let me rest a bit longer,” Liu Yaoxi groaned, half-dead on the bed.

In his view, among the gang that caused trouble at the casino last time, only the cripple was truly terrifying; he had prepared elaborate traps waiting for the cripple to walk into them, but the cripple didn’t show up today—he’d wasted his effort.

“No need for your lordship to trouble yourself—we’ll talk over there,” Kong Deshou declined.

“No matter what palace it is, let them fight their fight—we’re leaving,” Tang Tang had no habit of watching spectacles; she knew clearly now she must leave.

Since the girl could walk on her own, he shouldn’t keep carrying her around—after all, he had no real connection to her; constantly holding her would invite gossip.

Yang Yingtong suddenly turned back to Feng Jianming: “Our baby’s waiting for his dad to earn his milk money,” she said, smiling as she gently stroked her belly.

Ye Feng took off his heavy outer garments, revealing the fitted black undershirt, still marked with several blood gashes.

“I… I’ve never killed anyone before…” Xue Tenghao stammered, his mind involuntarily flashing scenes from cop movies—bullets exploding skulls, blood spurting everywhere.

Perhaps, only by finding a way to resolve the feud between the Southern Sea Poison Sect and the Dark Night Paradise was there anything he truly should—and could—do.

“I’m only at Wuwang Third Stage…” Ye Feng thought to himself, aware of his weakness—if his fists were stronger, would the other dare act so?

Many underworld factions with irreconcilable grudges chose this place for their battles—far from imperial authority, they could settle matters directly without fearing police interference or harming civilians; win and rise, lose and become a dog—simple, brutal underground rules.

Zhe Mile released Leng Yu Rou; her throat tightened with emotion, all her unease dissolving the moment she met Long Moxuan’s parents. As Moxuan had said, his parents were easy to get along with.

As Xing Fei had said, the two had flown millions of miles chasing the mysterious song, only to end up back at the starting point.

“Go to the next room—they need rest,” Long Banshan stood and said softly.

Neither spoke another word; they slipped inside, using the night and the not-tall trees for cover. Long Banshan and Huang Qikun moved like hunters, studying every blade of grass and twig in the jungle, advancing with extreme slowness.

Hei Zi still drove, but Bai Yanan sat silently in the front passenger seat; the atmosphere between her and Hei Zi was strange, and Leng Yu Rou did not press for answers.

But Chu Ge could not communicate with the Soul-Eating Beast. Chu Ge glanced at the silver plaque hanging quietly at his waist, then reached to unfasten it—to discard it, to remove the latent threat.

“Hey, you’re supposed to introduce yourself,” Li Mei, seeing Xing Fei’s silence, nudged him.

Huang Xuanling then imprinted the control method and incantation for the beast servant into Ke Jingyi and Wu Lingshuang’s mind-seas using spiritual awareness.