Chapter 98: Operation? Only the Living Have the Right to Operate!

"Fine, he really did come up with this new mechanic again." PDD grumbled as he bought gear in the fountain.

He didn’t question it—someone who started out as a club boss knew this game inside out; he wouldn’t deceive him.

Ninja Footwear purchased!

Since you’ve accepted it, you’ve got to endure it—can’t I at least equip Ninja Footwear?

"Switch!"

Unlike PDD’s expected script, Jiang Ming took

The Star Cloud Academy group stared in shock—of course, they weren’t the only ones stunned; many onlookers were too.

Knowing she was truly angry now, Lin Junyang lost his appetite, chopsticks hovering uncertainly; finally, he just held them, watching Xiao Xiao eat.

"Are my demands unreasonable?" Su Yanxin pressed her lips shut without answering, so Su Yu asked back.

The door to the presidential suite was flung open from outside, followed by a man’s muttered curse.

Though he couldn’t see Lin Xiaoyue’s affection like in the movie world, there was no doubt—this girl’s affection for him had surged dramatically.

Shen Che’s clear analysis made Annie lower her head again; a single glistening drop fell onto her pale, slender hand.

Su’s father rushed between the crematorium and funeral home, while Su’s mother busied herself buying, writing, and distributing funeral notices.

For these vampires, fleeing under sunlight tested their spirits far more than any gun in a policeman’s hand.

Gong Moyan felt uneasy under his gaze, as if she were naked before him—he seemed able to see straight through her soul; better to keep her distance.

"Let’s stop joking, okay?" His hand rested on her forehead, gently rubbing twice.

"Chen Jian! Stop, come back to me!" Mo Ganna’s voice suddenly rang out—she had finally spoken after days of silence.

"Another master argues that gripping the hilt with the left hand delivers greater striking power." Luo Fa’er changed his sword grip.

When the cup was handed to him and he turned to see Patrol Captain Martin, De Yulan knew the scene was about to unfold.

Instantly, Lang Qi’s raised foot pulled back, turning his back to Du Feng as he slowly retreated.

Students specializing in necromancy rarely devoted much energy to studying Snake Sword techniques, and vice versa.

Ai Er commanded the Black Dragon, which always obeyed her—sitting still, it wouldn’t move unless she allowed it.

The Police Department was subordinate to the Security Bureau; the Bureau Chief answered directly to the Governor, so if the Governor was displeased, his fate was obvious—and as the first Chinese Police Chief, many resented him; Lu Minghua’s palms were slick with sweat.

Wei Nei had been playing with toys nearby, the box overflowing with random toys sitting beside her.

One of Itō Takeshi’s men tried to resist, but Itō silenced him with a glance; fortunately, they didn’t search Itō himself—his phone and other items remained on him.

Ma’s wife glared venomously at Jiang Chen—this man had been ruining her plans since he showed up, utterly infuriating.

Sheng Changbai froze for a moment, then understood—Sheng Changyang must be the name of his newborn younger brother; he didn’t know who’d chosen it, but that wasn’t why he’d come.

After activating the second tier, physical stats increase ten to twentyfold; once exhausted, the side effects range from muscle tears and bone fractures to organ failure and death—minor but tolerable, and temporary.

Su Qing glanced at Murong Song, equally helpless. She knew perfectly well who the unseen figure behind him was—no one but Yan Linchen.

And if the divine artifact truly emerged, Qingdao might not even claim it—the information was given; whether they obtained it or not was Qingdao’s own problem.