Chapter 932: The Tech Version of Berkshire

Originally, when Digital Harbour acquired Hong City Telecom, the media debated whether Digital Harbour had been taken for a fool in the deal.

After all, once the Hong City landline license was opened, Hong City Telecom’s exclusive advantage—or, more bluntly, its monopoly advantage—would vanish, leaving it with no major edge against other Hong City telecom companies.

But now, though the Hong Kong government and the Hong City Telecom Authority had not officially announced anything, rumors suddenly surfaced that the Hong City license would be extended.

Watching the figure walk farther away, Luo Jinshi casually picked up the “evidence” lying beside her. Slowly opening it, the photos that slid out of the paper bag left Luo Jinshi utterly stunned.

Upon hearing this, the Buddha Mother Qitian’s eyes lit up instantly, and she exclaimed joyfully: “Brother, you’re absolutely right—this is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. If Sakyamuni Buddha joins forces with those lone cultivators, even the most formidable Jie Sect disciples couldn’t withstand such a vast number of cultivators.” Saying this, the Buddha Mother Qitian grew even more excited, her mouth twisting into a wide grin.

So Zhou Ying changed her approach: she wanted to know how the newly appointed commander sustained his hundred thousand troops on this barren, destitute land.

“So you want to die, then?” the green-haired man snarled. Since joining the Four, everyone had feared him; whatever he wanted, others dared not refuse. But today, someone had dared to strike at him—this stirred murderous intent within the green-haired man.

Moments later, Lingya Xian led all the demons back to the Lion-Camel Cave. When Liu Er, Qiu Shou Xian, and Jinguang Xian saw Lingya Xian return, they hurried out to greet him.

“Hahaha…” Xiao Ao and the others, seeing Qiujing terrified out of his wits, laughed heartlessly.

“The Lord’s words are spot-on. The governor of Fuyuan is the nephew of King Tupuchidan of Wuma, something like Qingkabula.” When Xuanji spoke the name, he himself found it awkward to pronounce.

Amid the flames, Chiyang Bingpo still occupied the center, while the Azure Fire Spirit Spear, the Human Realm Sword Core, and the Flame Divine Whip floated silently within.

Inside the Sword Vault, darkness reigned—except for a sliver of light from the entrance, only several rows of blue luminescence were arranged neatly in the gloom. The blue glow extended inward, vanishing into the dark, stretching beyond sight.

Moments earlier, the crowd had been terrified by Hongjun’s rebuke; now that they had recovered, all gazed at Hongjun with hopeful, fervent expressions, their eyes gleaming with green lust.

Yu You felt awkward—what kind of person was he? Not a lover, and probably not even her wife anymore.

After Dan Dan stepped outside, she suddenly heard frantic footsteps behind her at the stairwell. As she turned, the figure had already dashed out the door and sprinted downstairs. Though Dan Dan hadn’t clearly seen his face, from his clothing and sleazy aura, she knew it must have been Liu Gang.

Martial arts secret techniques, at their core, are like certain skills in a game—they don’t inherently strengthen a martial artist’s foundational power like martial forms or internal cultivation methods do, but they can enhance other abilities through their unique effects.

The next morning, as soon as dawn broke, Xia Mo woke up early; she felt something strange about her body.

At this moment, her strength was immense—as if she were embracing Dai Jingjing, or as if she were embracing the friendship she had once thought fragile but was in truth unbreakable.

Officer Yang seemed to have expected me to be there; upon arriving at the scene, he first had Ding Yang and the others examine the body, then quietly pulled me and Zhao Xin aside to a secluded spot and asked what had really happened.

Ultimately, this should also be the martial legacy their founding ancestor intended to pass down to them.

“Hmph, better be that way—if I find out otherwise, you’re in for it. No more talk—let’s go,” Bella raised her pink fist in a mock threat.

After returning to Bei Yao, Mu Yunhan probably didn’t rest for more than a few days before heading straight to Dongling—his injuries probably haven’t healed yet, right?