Chapter 225: Mount Joy Machine

Chen Haifu deeply regretted not buying a large ship from Gai Jin back then.

Unfortunately, he was the unlucky one caught, and his vessel was the Fuyu 8101.

While they were working late at night, two patrol boats suddenly appeared; one cleanly cut off the fishing net, while the other blocked his path ahead.

Then the two patrol boats coordinated with each other, trapping his fishing boat firmly in between.

Being trapped was not the problem; what he feared was being boarded and taken away.

Yelomir's expression became even more extraordinary; his eyes rolled upward. He slowly lowered his right arm, which had been preparing to attack, but his left hand, holding a baton in the Hukou grip, rose to meet it, and he began to clap.

Huo Chenyan stopped mid-sentence. He suddenly remembered that Miao Miao not only could not speak, but also could not read, and moreover, did she even need to wear clothes?

He found it strange; the Tan family's main gate had a guard, so it should be unlikely to let anyone enter the courtyard freely.

If it were any other handsome man, she would at most glance twice, offer a compliment, and that would be it; she would absolutely have no other thoughts.

"Isn't this waiting for your results to determine the nature of the case?" Ying Mingyu glanced at him printing the composition table and casually replied.

"How is that possible? My situation here is quite special." Liu Mulei looked speechless, his face dark with frustration as he stared at her.

"Take care of yourself; I will wait for you in Piaoxue City!" Tai Long's speed instantly surged, transforming into a streak of light shooting toward the front of the tunnel, leaving only a voice echoing through the spatial tunnel.

Hasegawa Sei was already driven mad with rage, so he ordered the blockade of all ports up and down the Huangpu River. The Yangshupu and Hongkou units were to seal off all roads; once the special forces were spotted, they were to annihilate them at all costs, and search teams were dispatched to thoroughly track the whereabouts of Ye Lei and the others.

Huo Chenyan finally reacted this time; from the moment that Bai Guang appeared, he had closed his eyes.

His movements were exceptionally skilled, especially the tossing of the wok, feeling even more impressive than a hotel chef.

So why did Liao Taihang entrust Zhang Fakong, such an elderly, high-ranking but inactive Provincial Administration Commissioner, to come?

Originally, he did not want to tell his father, since he was the one who led people to Huadian; even if they captured someone, there would be no grounds for complaint. But then he considered Li Xiang's identity and treatment in Yuanpu; if something truly happened, he could not escape responsibility, so he made up his mind and told his brother about it.

As for fabricating the Yellow Registers and Yellow Cards, while they superficially target the able-bodied population, the next step is likely to measure land and levy taxes.

A man who had always been inconspicuous suddenly popped into Gu Huaijin's mind; feeling anxious, he tugged at Shen Heshan's arm, wanting to get down.

The man stood up, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his foot, bent down to pick it up, and threw it into the trash can. Then he walked toward the direction of this group. The folding fruit knife originally in his pocket appeared in his palm, its blade not extended.

"Huaibei is a vast flat plain; the bandit Xian and the Five Camps of Ge Zuo use horses as their feet, traveling hundreds of li a day. Governor Gao Douguang and Inspector Zheng Eryang of Fengyang, Anqing, Chizhou, and Taizhou cowered in Fengyang and Anqing, utterly daring not to launch an attack or suppress them, allowing the bandit Xian and the Five Camps of Ge Zuo to capture cities and seize land along separate routes."

In a single world, within a single plane, those who pursue strength perceive only laws; the Great Dao cannot be perceived from laws. One can only grasp a trace of the Great Dao's aura by experiencing endless ages and living long enough to see much.

"Get lost, it's all saliva; isn't that disgusting?" Gu Nanxi glared fiercely at Xiao Ran and, with some disgust, reached out to wipe the moisture from her lips.

"The old man said that such a serial killer must be a high-IQ criminal; such people often have a habit of showing off. They show off their intelligence, so even if they can clean the scene thoroughly, they will not clean it completely." Cao Xiangzhi said softly.

Although Division Commander Tan was reluctant, for the safety of Ling Qianjue, he still sent out Er Mao.