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

Boom!

OGN lounge.

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

"Pray, close the door!"

Anbixin called out topray by the door; the others weren't surprised—unless they worried the organizers would hear the noise and come to inspect the damage and demand compensation, 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 how the leaders in this position thought and the dimensions of their thinking.

No sooner had Lufei finished speaking than Liu Yu, eyes red, rubbed against him fiercely, wiped away her tears, and turned back to the screen showing Yihua Health.

Ouyang Lan didn't bother with formalities; she brewed herself a cup and also brewed one for Song Lihai, then carried both teas to the desk and sat directly across from him.

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

If someone had sharp eyes, they'd surely notice this was still 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 recent backend transaction records.

"Young Master Ye, you said you wanted to buy all the houses—it'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.

According to normal procedure, Han Sanping wouldn't be 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 yawning.

In the police station 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 began to grow bit by bit. I thought: if She Lunna still hasn't returned 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; instead, her mood grew heavier. That bastard He Lizheng must be dealt with at the first opportunity—otherwise, he'd only keep tormenting her.

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 that the food was delicious.

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; its sound 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 window offered a clear view of outer space.

Luo Xia pointed around, indicating that the deserted, dilapidated Pot Breaker Bar differed entirely from his memory.

Dongfang Bubai wanted to say something, but gave up; he knew Tang Tang well enough to understand that such a hollow threat meant nothing—purely a waste of breath.

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

Iron ore represented weapons—something the court, however weak, would never permit 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 hope of convincing Zhang Yanheng to continue supporting his actions.