Chapter 937

As the top-tier tycoon of Hong Kong City and the founder who rose from an apprentice, if Boss Li hadn’t possessed some ruthless methods, he would have been completely devoured by others during the Governor’s era.

No one really thinks that Hong Kong City was harmonious during the Governor’s era, do they? The competition and slaughter back then were far more brutal than today, with no rules at all.

And every possible tactic was employed without restraint, in that chaotic era.

You Kang kept his gaze fixed on Mao Yue’s third eye; after a moment, he saw a faint glow emanating from Mao Yue’s forehead—its intensity matched that of a top-tier Grade One cultivator’s spiritual force.

This place is now the famous Baihua Tan Park. The park comprises pavilion gardens, Lei Garden, Hui Garden, lake and pond zones, covered walkways and bridges, peach groves, ginkgo groves, osmanthus groves, plum groves, and other scenic areas, forming its own distinctive garden character.

Seeing that man, Mao Yue’s face flushed again for no reason, and she fled toward another direction of the gate.

But Yun Qian hadn’t expected that the moment she stepped inside, Aunt Xu spotted her; she didn’t know if the woman’s face was dark, but the expression was certainly unpleasant.

The day before the game, the Celtics received word that Garnett would miss the first-round match, and possibly all playoff games, due to a recurrence of his old injury.

On the battlefield’s flank, Appius personally donned armor and took the field, boosting the morale of the entire legion’s cavalry. The Germanic cavalrymen who had followed Appius through countless campaigns instantly surged with frenzy, their hair bristling, roaring as they charged on horseback. Across the dunes, legion cavalry charged everywhere.

One can imagine how many people would rejoin the DOTA backlash due to Shi Lei’s arrogant words, and how many Celtics fans would be emboldened—but this had no effect on the Celtics’ upcoming game; it didn’t make their path harder, nor easier.

Kleine stepped forward, interrupting Appius’s thoughts. Before him remained the vast city of Rome, utterly unrelated to Chang’an of the Han Dynasty.

“Huff, huff,” Lin Feng’s entire body trembled; even with Taiji true qi, it was hard to endure under such conditions.

But all of this was useless—the centipede king’s entire body, except for its claws, could only move its tail’s final five or six meters. With no strength left, it could never pull out the two crossbow bolts that had pierced its body and driven deep into the ground.

The soldiers on the city wall tautened their bows, arrowheads aimed at Caesar, yet he acted as if he saw none of the arrows, flying calmly toward the city’s interior.

“What’s feared is that he won’t get the chance to enjoy it—he’s offended the Ouyang and Xiahou families; he won’t have many good days left.” Someone sneered in the shadows.

“Seeing you holding that scroll box, I guess you’re an expert here, so I came to ask—once the job’s done, you can pick any spot in the Four-Nine City, and I’ll treat you!” Xu Yang played the spoiled rich kid to perfection—he’d seen too many of them; such types were daily fixtures at Hongmei Hall.

In midair, two figures slammed into each other, unleashing a shocking force without restraint.

Beyond the cordon, Gu Feng called out several times; finally, Father Li snapped out of his daze. Seeing Gu Feng, he was first delighted, then puzzled—he couldn’t fathom why the plainclothes officer leading the entire rescue operation was being kept outside the cordon. But seeing Gu Feng wave at him, he walked forward.

“I’m so sorry!” Konohamaru sat across from Caesar, speaking apologetically: “I invited you, yet made you wait here!” He skillfully sidestepped the topic.

Now, upon closer inspection, it became unmistakable: the spot that had just taken the heavy blow now showed fine cracks in its hard scales, and through those fissures, one could see the crimson molten color within, brimming with immense destructive power.