Chapter 943

When he stepped out of the conference room, Zhang Yonglin still felt as if Li Dashanren had placed his hand on his shoulder, entrusting him with the entire burden of Gangcheng Telecom.

Having worked as a professional manager for so many years, Zhang Yonglin had long since grown numb to the coldness and warmth of human relations.

He knew full well that the promises Li Dashanren made to him carried a fair share of empty promises.

But when Li Dashanren drew his big pancake, he truly gave him something.

The speaker was indeed using German, but this was not a conversation—it was an argument; harsh curses revealed one side’s fury, while the other refused to back down, his voice nearly roaring with naked threats.

Under the assault of a strong cold front over the past week, Anyin City’s temperature plummeted; the trees along the streets had long lost their vitality, their yellowed leaves scattered across the ground by the cold wind, their bare branches looking especially desolate.

With Wei Cheng severely wounded, the rest of Xuanwu City were no match for Chen San; even if all the remaining few of them bound together, they might still be wiped out in one blow—and besides, Chen Ziyi was from Shuihuang City; how could Shuihuang City stand idly by?

With a faint smile, Ye Qingquan said casually; seeing the other’s lips move, he smiled again: “Old Zheng, if we’re talking about seniority, I ought to call you Senior Brother.”

While Li Yong and the soldiers were chatting, a circle of medical corps members had gathered around them, eager to hear what the division commander was saying, as they too cared about how their future days would unfold.

And yet the laziest person in this fantasy realm was actually taking time out to cultivate—what strange play was this?

“Would you like to try?” Sebastian turned his head, his expression gentle, wearing a warm, soothing smile.

Leaning back in the comfortable seat of the BMW, Ye Qingquan pondered for a long while, then swapped in a fresh battery and dialed Jia Junliang, who was stationed in the Organization Department of the CPC Central Committee in Jingcheng.

Yu Shifei gently shook her head in silence; after Kong Xuan had gone to Wuyi Mountain to fight the Golden-Winged Great Peng, chasing after it, he had vanished without a trace, no one knowing where he had gone.

The four of them raced swiftly across the open field, their target the Demon General, whose presence was now invisible.

Liu Meier gently stroked her slightly swollen lower abdomen and said softly: “I’ll be fine. He’s surnamed Lei, a descendant of the Lei family; one day, the Tianmen Lei family will rise again under his hand.” Her gaze was tender as water—but not fixed on Lei Ming.

Real combat is a contest between two sides: how to effectively implement your offensive and defensive principles under harsh and hostile conditions depends on sticky hands; from the perspective of Wing Chun, the starting point of fighting lies here.

On the ground, forty to fifty shadowy figures shaped like humans coalesced from black mist and, at the innkeeper’s command, marched straight into battle.

The Water You Sword slashed across and met the spiked club; Ye Xiao’s strength was far inferior to the barbarian’s, but his agility surpassed the giant’s; while the barbarian swung one blow, Ye Xiao could strike two, and with full force, he could even land three strikes per second.

Lei Ming knew he was right, but his senior sister was his attachment to his past life, his lingering bond, the beauty he once cherished, the dream in his heart—and now it was gone.

“It seems like it came from upstairs.” The car stopped beneath a building; Han Zhu looked up.

Si Qin rose and bowed in apology; she knew the young master wasn’t asking about Ming Zhou, but about Qin Wu and Da Song—Ming Zhou and the like were merely pawns in this chaos, insignificant; what truly mattered were the two tigers lying dormant beside them.

“We have a barrier; we’re not worried about a million zombies,” Su Kaoye pretended to be unconcerned.

“You old bastard, what are you doing!” Another melodious voice rang out; from the tone, the speaker was clearly another young and beautiful Asura.