Chapter 143: Jes, Zack, Cards, and the Moon!

Bang!

OGN lounge.

A loud crash nearly pierced through the closed door to the outside.

“Pray, close the door!”

An Bixin called out to Pray by the door; the others weren’t surprised—unless they worried the organizers would hear the noise and come to the lounge to demand compensation for property damage, they wouldn’t have bothered closing the door at all.

As the elder brother, Shy looked at his own jungler with a hint of pity.

Song Lihai nodded heavily; he truly needed to understand the mindset and cognitive dimension of the leaders in this position.

Before Lu Fei’s words had even finished, Liu Yu rubbed her eyes red against him, wiped away her tears, then turned back to the screen showing Yihua Health.

Ouyang Lan didn’t bother with formalities—she brewed herself a cup and another for Song Lihai, carried both teas to the desk, and sat directly across from him.

Among these, most positions had already been fortified according to terrain, clearly showing a high degree of completeness.

If anyone had sharp eyes, they’d notice this was precisely why the man suppressed his cultivation to avoid breaking through—otherwise, he would have shattered the barrier long ago.

So he lightly clicked the mouse and pulled up the backend transaction records from recent times.

“Young Master Ye, you say you want to buy all the houses, but that’s just a stunt—your real goal is to buy my Bìguì Garden outright, isn’t it?” the boss asked.

He looked at the man before him; clearly, this fellow still held plenty of cards, or he wouldn’t have come knocking at this hour, speaking such bold words.

Under normal circumstances, Han Sanping wouldn’t have been assigned his position until after 2005, but now it’s been moved up by over three years.

Li Su was waiting in the VIP room for Yu Huaixu to bring clothes, bored out of her mind, even feeling drowsy and on the verge of yawning.

In the police jail, most inmates had turned into zombies; only in the innermost cell did a lonely man lie on a flat bed, smoking.

All day the next day, She Lunna didn’t return; my despair slowly grew. I thought: if She Lunna still hasn’t come back by tomorrow, he must be in trouble—I’ll truly have no choice but to follow my brother’s advice and flee to the Central Plains.

Shen Yingniang wasn’t happy—she felt even heavier-hearted. That bastard He Lizheng had to be dealt with at the first opportunity; keeping him around only brought her more annoyance.

He had the photonic quantum information capture system, so whether the missile flew high or low, he could easily lock onto it.

He then turned his gaze to Wang Feiyang, who was ruthlessly suppressing Zheng Qiu, and once again controlled the Shennong Cauldron, hurling it at him.

Saying this, he quickly stuffed two more bites into his mouth, as if to show Dong Yan how delicious the food was.

As she spoke, Shen Yingniang’s expression suddenly turned serious; she looked at Yue Lingjun and said with solemn sincerity.

The radar issued an alarm—this alarm meant the enemy drone had breached the final defensive perimeter.

The two of them were now standing directly in front of the space shuttle’s observation window, where a massive floor-to-ceiling pane offered a clear view of outer space.

Luo Xia pointed around, indicating that the deserted, dilapidated Pofu Bar was nothing like his memory of it.

Dongfang Bubai wanted to say something, but gave up—he knew Tang Tang well enough to understand that such a hollow threat was meaningless, a complete waste of breath.

Xian Baishen’s heart jolted; although Na Tie’s words favored him, he felt a chill crawl up his back, and he sensed something was off—but he couldn’t figure out what.

Iron ore represented weapons—something the court, no matter how weak, would never allow private ownership of.

As long as Zhang Yanheng could still listen calmly, and as long as Zhang Yanhong could still listen calmly, he still had a chance to persuade Zhang Yanheng to continue supporting his actions.