Chapter 230: The Bamboo Pole

Yamamoto flew the Type 2 flying boat and its crew directly to Quangang, and the Fisheries Administration vessel 302 finally arrived at the incident site several hours later.

According to the information they transmitted, fishing boat 8101 had already sunk, but a small amount of debris was floating, and the people on the Fisheries Administration vessel had taken photographs as evidence.

Only a very few people knew the truth about the SBD using drop tanks; everyone on vessel 302 believed that two patrol boats had ignited 8101 and were immediately ready to rush up and fight to the death.

Of course, some firmly believed they were the favored ones blessed with great fortune, fearing no obstacles before them, and still chose to follow Lin Feng into the palace.

"If you add the words 'Executive Committee,' then it refers to the highest core figures," Wu Tianhe said.

"I told you so; otherwise, on what grounds would he give me so many points?" Mu Zifei said, suddenly realizing the truth.

Nangong Tian could naturally hear this kind of voice, but that could not change the decision he had made. No matter how strong the voices from other countries were, they could not be allowed to affect the enthusiasm of those contestants. How could he not know the relative importance of things?

This was also the capital behind Jiang Shaowu's arrogance; otherwise, even if he might be very rich, he would act low-key at certain times. After all, people are not fools; they know what to say at what time.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. At this moment, his hands had already been injured by the force, unable to pick up his sword again, and simultaneously unable to defend himself.

"That is good. Today I am happy; you may all go down to receive your rewards." Nangong Tian could not hide his joy at all; he was full of smiles and waved his hand, signaling everyone to go down.

This time he did not use the megaphone; instead, he looked toward Feng Yi, a movement so large that everyone's gaze turned to Feng Yi.

As time passed, the one-handed crossbow in Mu Qibing's hand slowly took shape. When the final component was assembled with the one-handed crossbow as a whole, a huge sound spread out, echoing throughout the entire independent training room.

The expectations of stockholders and investors for Sansheng Group returned once again. What did this mean? Of course, it meant that Zhang Yunfan was getting closer and closer to his goal.

Above the black wings, mist and vapor swirled, as if capable of swallowing everything, yet also emitting a sharp, piercing aura that moved the heart.

The District Hunt concluded. Far away from the Abyss of Life and Death, they returned to the familiar North Seven District, and the six of them looked somewhat dazed.

Gazing at the stars in the night sky, occasionally feeling nostalgic for family and friends back home, suddenly he felt as if something was missing. Immediately, his face turned pale with shock, and he involuntarily cried out.

Leaping up again to face Long Chen's attack once more, the Red Flame Tiger, thoroughly enraged by this human who had provoked it repeatedly, fixed its pair of blood-red tiger eyes, staring fiercely at Long Chen. Its massive jaws constantly roared, as if it intended to swallow Long Chen whole.

It was difficult to find the weapon he wanted from Master Hong Gang, and Long Chen did not want to choose a sword; thus, it seemed this trip today would yield little gain.

Seeing her husband say this, Li Ruoyi felt slightly better in her heart, so she asked about the bracelet.

However, compared to others, Yu Mingwei's eyes held not only shock but also a deep anger, because Xi Feiyan was now leaning against Long Chen's chest with a flushed face; this scene made Yu Mingwei feel as nauseous as if he had eaten a fly.

But secretly making a firm decision in his heart, he would definitely take away a Divine Sound Spirit, along with more than fifty percent of the spiritual materials and herbs inside the valley. If he pulled off this job well, perhaps he could earn enough money for ten battle techniques again.

Zhu Sheng's pupils also contracted. He knew Ye Chen was in the opposing camp, but he did not expect Ye Chen to recklessly rush out to seize the Source Wind Tower. Did he not know that Feng Zheng was already worrying about lacking an excuse to kill him?

The hair on Wen Feng's back stood on end. He clearly saw Ji Youlan's slender ten fingers tightly clutching the teacup; fortunately, it was not plastic, otherwise it would have been crushed to pieces.