Chapter 626: All Roads Lead to Rome

Upon suddenly hearing Li Dongling's words, Qi Ming and Gu Dayang were both visibly stunned, their faces subsequently flushing a deep red; these words were simply too provocative.

After his shock, Zhang Xiaocheng could not help but recall the time when the Torch Group was assembling its legal team and what Li Dongling had said to him. Back then, Li Dongling had already said that one should not have too many expectations for the Old Europe side; if one only spoke of reason, that bunch of people might not necessarily be willing to listen!

And now, the legal team represented by Gu Dayang...

Looking back, Al realized it was indeed so. The ones who felt this same sense of oppression at the time were indeed the other three Awakened ones present. As for Zeze and Doris, who were not yet awakened at the time, they had not sensed this oppression.

Just as "Flower" Qingyi finished speaking, Yun Yi walked over, escorting Luo Jiucheng. Seeing Luo Jiucheng's current state, "Flower" Qingyi felt a measure of pity; he had once been a formidable leader of his generation, but now, having fallen into the hands of others, he had become a prisoner.

Because she needed to feed the parasite, Qisidisi fed it her own Force level, causing it to plummet from level eighteen to level fifteen.

They say that a dark, windy night is a night for murder. For some reason, Xiaofeng felt as though something was about to happen; this feeling was very bad.

There were no guards on either side of the gate, and the field of vision was completely empty; an eerie silence made their skin crawl.

Facing Olympus's proposal, Dead Baby did not delay, immediately gathering everyone together to introduce the detailed battle plan.

He let out a roar and reached out to pull her away, but his palm stopped abruptly mid-air. The air between him and her had become abnormally cold, like the bone-chilling frost of the Arctic.

This created self was different from Michelle's clone ability; he was a complete Al, possessing exactly the same power as Al. This meant that at any single point in time, Al could confront Wang Ling with double the strength.

Tian Jianzi deeply agreed and immediately issued an order for Yin Tianqin to conduct a comprehensive investigation of the Southern Jin Region; any activities similar to the Molo Sect must be investigated to the end.

Lord Zhang did not know where he had gone wrong, but years of experience in flattery told him that admitting fault now was never a mistake.

She wore a dark blue striped qipao, solemn and elegant; every gesture she made carried a unique charm.

She was no fool; without evidence, she would not have come to question her. But since this person refused to admit it to the death and would not repent, she could not be blamed for undermining her behind her back.

Yet despite this, he still accepted the olive branch extended by Gu Yuchen, which was the research on NP9. Because he was a "noble son from a humble family," even if his ambitions were higher than the sky—higher than the nine heavens—without money, he could do nothing.

Gaowei dared to be certain that if this game were live-streamed, it would surely be a hit across the entire universe.

But she preferred that everyone call her Sister Hong; she said it felt more intimate, making them seem more like a family.

Li Zhen's mother wiped away her tears and coughed lightly. Who would come to find Li Zhenxiong at this time? Wasn't the funeral tomorrow?

Su Mu pointed to the cloak in his hand, then pointed to him, saying nothing, standing in place waiting for his meaning.

She took action, drawing a half-faced ghost of a Qingyi opera singer; the costume was gorgeous, half of it burning, with flames seemingly flickering in the pupils—the visual effect was quite excellent.

At the same time, the cunning Earth Demon continuously summoned subordinates, simultaneously launching assaults on the left and right flanks.

Any words or opinions should be saved for after the meal or in the evening. In any case, for now, it was just time to drink and eat.

Wrapped inside the armor was a young man; judging by his face, he was perhaps not even twenty years old, with fair skin, no beard, and a short buzz cut common in the military.

That "I" was filled with the scent of Fu Dongjing, making it hard to breathe; the lingering smell of smoke made one feel an urge to cry.

Arriving in South Korea around nine o'clock, the morning was a meeting with Michael Gate, the chief representative of the IMF team stationed in South Korea, to discuss the IMF's subsequent operational strategy following South Korea's rapid economic recovery. ===== CHAPTER 627 =====