Chapter 172: Grand Opening

"When treating tourists, there are three most important rules!"

"First, speak Mandarin!"

"Second, speak Mandarin!"

"Third, damn it, speak Mandarin!"

At the entrance of Dawan Village, the original crude railings were thrown aside, replaced by World War II-style American military-style chevaux-de-frise, with an open-top jeep parked beside them.

Over a hundred "NPCs" wearing olive-green shirts with ties, baggy denim shorts, and leather shoes.

"Qianji, even if he cannot believe it, we have no choice but to believe it this time." Beimang exchanged a glance with Qianji.

Fatty smiled too, raised his submachine gun and swept it across, but when he pulled the trigger, he realized the bullets were already gone.

At least let him taste a little sweetness first; that way, he will have motivation himself. Otherwise, I can't see even a glimmer of hope for progress right now, and I'm afraid he won't go all out to handle his own affairs.

These were the last words Zhan Qiang left for Wang Peng before returning, but they left Wang Peng with many speculations; his mind whirled, but that was put aside for now.

At the same time, the dark clouds in the sky were torn apart by this force, rapidly forming a huge hole directly above their heads, and that hole grew larger and larger.

"Guoqing, Jianjun, go check the surroundings again to see if we can find any clues." Yu Xinyuan said to his two assistants.

Jing Moxuan said nothing, gently placing his large hand on Qian Ruoruo's head, offering her only enough support. But that was enough.

The panic in his heart left Zhao Xuan at a loss; looking at the person before him, covered in blood and fainting, Zhao Xuan's heart ached as if being flayed by a thousand knives.

Ye Yifeng didn't mind what they said; after all, he didn't even have half a passport yet, so he naturally agreed. He directly called Elder Liang to ask for help, but he didn't know anyone in the middle management, otherwise why would he trouble Elder Liang? But now there was no other way.

Su Yuexue nodded and walked back into the cell where she had started. Although this heavenly prison was dark and damp, every cell had a bed, so at least she wouldn't be lying on something hard. Su Yuexue lay on the bed, fiddled with her fingers, let her mind wander, and then fell asleep.

Moreover, if Heavenly Prodigies could really be created so easily, then across all heavens and myriad worlds, Heavenly Prodigies would surely flood the realm.

Let alone anything else, even their achievements were suppressed dead by the boss; one can imagine how ashamed they were.

"Very well, thank you for your trouble." Zhuge Yuzhong responded and, with Xiao Tianxuan's support, walked toward the General's Mansion.

Zihan wasn't smart, but she wasn't stupid either; she knew this old man suspected her at this moment, but her face was flawless, so she didn't need to be too afraid.

"Who told Miss to meddle? Some things are not within your power to manage just because you want to." That person snorted lightly and spoke slowly, while at the same time slowly approaching Su Yuexue.

They moved into their respective rooms. Leo told Su Mo there was nothing to do today, so she could rest for the day.

I used to be quite afraid of ghosts, but now I know ghosts are merely another form of human existence.

"What are you laughing at?" Ye Mochen looked at Zhuiying's expression and felt displeased. What, was it really that funny for him to leave the bridal chamber on his wedding night?

The old man who had been covering the jade bottle trembled in his heart when he heard the name Yue Ying, nearly dropping the jade bottle from his hand.

But looking at that dense vortex wind, Beichen couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated; he could sense the terrifying nature of that vortex wind, and the nebula power within his star core at present was insufficient to penetrate it.

In the seventies, New Zealand's financial policies were liberalized; he joined forces with the Zhou family and the Wei family to establish a stock and futures investment company, which was Dalai Finance.

The warm sea breeze blew against their bodies. Butler Aier Na was amused by the seagulls and egrets fighting in the air and said with a smile: "This beach was formed by the gradual breaking and shedding of the purple pomegranate ore veins on the Montreal coast; over millions of years, constantly driven by seawater, they repeatedly collided and ground against each other, forming this extremely fine purple sand beach."