Chapter 153: They

“Look closely—centered on the Middle Tower, F4, the Three Wolves, and even the Red and Blue Buffs have lost most of their vision along both rivers.”

“It’s roughly a third of their survival space squeezed out—that’s why…”

The trainees, who had been repeatedly beaten by NXG, suddenly understood.

“So the Middle Tower is the most important in League of Legends—from this perspective, you should easily understand why Ming-ge says the mid lane is also the most critical.”

Having completed all this, the first patient’s treatment was finished. What remained was only long, patient waiting.

“You don’t need to worry about anything else—just tell me, do you want it?” Bei Ming Yao fixed her gaze on Yu Lan, not missing a single expression.

It would be strange if no one felt envy; Zhao Zixian greeted him politely, but Wang Sheng seemed unimpressed, sipping his tea slowly and ignoring Zhao Zixian entirely.

The jade merchants preparing to jointly purchase this raw stone felt uneasy, fearing Li Zhi might reject them.

She raised an eyebrow in suspicion—was he angry because she tied her hair in a man’s topknot too skillfully?

How could Fat Boy, as the hotel owner, not know what happened here today? Though he hadn’t been on the scene, he could imagine perfectly what had transpired inside the private room—just by wiggling his toes.

Three minutes later, the pirates were slaughtered. Suddenly, a man dressed as a captain burst from the hold, brandishing a submachine gun and unleashing a wild barrage at the Sword Emperor.

He arrived outside Lady Xuan’s courtyard and heard laughter and chatter drifting from within.

Undeniably, under Suharto’s rule, Indonesia’s economic growth was impressive; living standards rose steadily, filling Hadiyandi with pride as he spoke.

Perhaps the late emperor had entrusted him with the imperial edict at his deathbed, instructing him to reveal it after his passing—but instead, he forged a secret decree, ordering Qin Canglan and Su Shuo to install the Ruyang Prince on the throne.

Jiang Ke looked slightly smug, chuckling the same way—he didn’t resemble at all a broke, cheated loser who’d just been dumped.

As he rose, his head spun; Xue Yang shook it hard, changed his clothes, walked to Li Muzhi’s door, and knocked several times—no sound came from inside.

As he spoke, Chen Yong reined his horse to the roadside; Liu Xing naturally followed his master, pulling back and clearing the road to Jicheng. Seeing this, Fang Ming, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu realized no battle would follow—they quickly turned their horses and returned to camp.

But if he’s fishing for sympathy, she could only say—if he entered the entertainment industry, the Best Actor award would be his alone.

Gu Huanhuan immediately recognized it—strange, she thought she’d saved his number before.

Just then, Xia Renjian suddenly felt a warm flow surge from his dantian; his body no longer felt cold. He was stunned, and quickly closed his eyes to inwardly observe his body.

She thought Jiazhou City suited her, forgetting how prosperous it was and how many martial artists roamed there—how could such a place avoid conflict?

Hong Ying stole a glance at Xia Renjian, her mind drifting—normally her heart was still as still water; what had come over her now?

Next, the short, stout man felt his stomach churn violently—he knelt down and vomited with a loud “puk.”

Saying this, he also requested orders from his commander, kicked his stirrups, and charged straight toward Mao Gui’s head.

In an instant, both men burst forward simultaneously, feet sliding continuously with tremendous force.

Otherwise, when Kang Feng eventually hands the Heart of the Continent to a powerful being of the Dragon Clan—like the Dragon Clan’s sub-deity, Long Shimu—it would be impossible to reclaim it.