Chapter 188: Christmas Express: Bismarck

Suhah's planned supply operation failed; two fishing boats went completely offline, immediately costing Ajia a huge sum.

Losing just two fishing boats already made his heart ache, but the loss of more than a dozen loyal underlings was irrecoverable.

However, Suhah himself got a thorough scolding; after much haggling, he grudgingly paid Ajia 5,000 dollars as compensation to settle the matter.

Though there was no evidence, they immediately understood that some force had intervened.

But the Nansha is far from Baquite Island

House cats are extremely afraid of unfamiliar environments, so few people take their house cats outdoors; cats themselves are also very resistant to going out.

The gates of the Forbidden City are always open; it welcomes anyone to enter, but those who go in never come out.

Nevertheless, he did worry seriously, not only about the various forces that might be drawn, but mostly about the protagonist still undergoing lightning-element transformation in midair.

Seeing Xiao Changfeng who had no intention of paying any attention to her, Tian Ling knew her first love had been crushed before it could even grow.

This wealthy family, rich enough to rival a nation, seemed cut off from the world; so many years had passed, yet no matter what methods anyone used to search, inquire, or investigate, they could not find a single trace.

Everyone looked at one another in silence; those who competed with Baosi for favor all met with no good end.

Continuing forward, suddenly, Fengyun Zhantian sent a voice call request; I puzzledly picked it up.

I looked behind them: a man in white robes with his hair bound by a crown stood with a servant, hands clasped behind his back, ten paces away. His figure was tall yet slightly slender, his features clean and handsome, his thick eyebrows sweeping into his temples, giving an aura of ink-painting tranquility and steadiness. Black hair, white robes, he seemed to feed on nothing of this mortal world.

Everyone's gazes instantly fell upon Baosi; their dark eyes fixed tightly on her, utterly bewildered.

Ji Changshan was instantly speechless; although the Ji family was powerful in the mortal world, they were still far inferior when facing a First-Rank Sect.

Just as she decided to check the data herself, Qi Yu noticed the hesitant, unspoken gaze of the person beside him, put down his work, and turned to look.

After finishing his self-introduction, Liu Hao smiled at Ji Mingyue, waiting for a reply; he was very confident in his identity and his approach.

Zhuang Sheng gave a bitter smile, raised his wine glass, clinked it against Lu Yiming's, and drained half a glass of whiskey in one gulp.

After saying this, Li Jiayan did not feel confident; instead, she felt even less confident.

Even if he truly lost to Lu Ce, he would still not lose this game, after all, he had two preparations ready.

Those who can remain in the Town Demon Division are either formidable experts or people with the potential to become experts.

After much thought, Ji Meng finally set his target on Wen Zhong; as for Ji Li and Yu Qing, they were fourth-generation disciples of ordinary status, and killing them held no value whatsoever.

That was a madman who could stride freely even within the Dragon Capital of Ducheng; even the Han family had no way to deal with her. How could such a madwoman bow and scrape before Jiang Sheng?

On the other end of the phone, Lady Gu was cursing and threatening people while simultaneously calling out for help to Nan Qing on this end of the line.

Seeing that these great figures of Lin Di were all like this, the steward in charge of this Treasure Competition secretly curled his lip.

Youcai whispered cautiously, relieved that the incident did not happen during an exam, or it would have been finished; from now on, she must pay even more attention to such matters and would never let Yao encounter any problems again.

Hearing these words, Li Sangyu dared not say anything else; he quickly stood up, but his legs had just gone weak, so he stumbled slightly.

When the familiar flute sound came over, Chu Yi tightened his grip on the reins in his hand and turned his head to look at the person on the city tower.

He who carried no "cash" could not change the fact of his "poverty" unless he actively used Creation Art or Illusion Art to deceive others.

But, thinking of the moment he was accepted and recognized, he felt the power within him had grown much stronger.