Chapter 950: Begging for Handouts

After handling the selection of the CEO for Xie Ruilin Company and finalizing matters concerning Kunlun Mineral Company, Li Dongling’s trip to Hongcheng was essentially complete.

The remaining tasks now fall to the management teams of Digital Harbour Company, Hongcheng Telecom, Xie Ruilin Jewelry, and Kunlun Mineral Company.

After Xie Ruilin, Qiu Anyi, and other members of the Xie family departed, Ning Wenke, Lin Xianhui, Lü Wenhua, and others entered Li Dongling’s office.

They too had anticipated

Although the Patriarch of Bodhi’s actions now seemed tragically heroic, they were entirely self-inflicted and no one else was to blame. In this Three Realms, strength reigns supreme; if you lack power, do not recklessly provoke trouble. Since you provoked it, you must bear the consequences yourself.

Many had begun queuing since last night, and through the entire morning; after a night of waiting, fatigue was barely visible on their faces—most radiated excitement.

Having walked through the Gates of Hell, Ning Ruxi’s forehead was slick with cold sweat, yet his gaze fixed on He Lan Yao’s chest, where a large patch of crimson had spread.

“Roar…” The master had spoken; the White Tiger dared not defy him. With a weak reply, he resumed his journey, carrying Long Shaoyan. But his furious eyes kept darting toward Ning Ruxi—he would find a day when neither the master nor the second master was around to brutally punish Ning Ruxi.

“If that’s the case, you needn’t bring it before me.” Liu Xiuyi lost all patience and coldly urged.

The deep sibling bond between Zhu Jiuyin and Hou Tu, the Ancestral Witch, stirred profound emotion in the Ancestor of the Blood River. Both were heirs of Pangu’s legacy, yet the Three Pure Ones had ultimately parted ways and turned into bitter enemies, while the Twelve Ancestral Witches stood united in life and death—the difference between them was immense.

Yet Zhu Jiuyin did not retreat. In his heart, there was only one thought: if you do something, do it to become the strongest. In this world, only the powerful could control their own fate and live freely. For this, Zhu Jiuyin feared no danger.

Wu Dawei could not withstand his momentum. Though Wu Dawei was equally strong, he maintained his weight to preserve agility.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually eased—only Huo Shi hesitated, until Empress Zhou coughed softly, prompting her to return to her seat.

Prince Qing observed her expression; it did not seem like deception. Yet in today’s world, who could possibly sway Prince Jing’s mind?

That glance shattered Xu Xiù’s vision. She strained to see Shen Yu’s figure and expression, but could only make out his back as he rode atop his horse.

“Fine, you won’t cut it? Then from today, go home and suspend yourself for reflection. Come back when you’ve thought it through.” Qin Feng glared even more forcefully at Qi Qin, refusing to negotiate—bad habits are always indulged into existence.

As he spoke, he flung the knife from his hand—a flash of silver, and the Demon Emperor’s figure appeared.

The Gu family was unfathomably deep, marvelously enigmatic. Chen Langya grew even more cautious in his regard for the Gu family.

Helena and Li Dahu clearly understood: the other side seemed to know every move they made. Could the Wolf Spider be right beside them?

At this question, Gong Xiaoyue’s face darkened instantly. He lowered his head and remained silent for a long while.

Jing Moxian sat solemnly beside his grandmother’s hospital bed, while Jing Jianglan and Ji Huai’an sat on the other side. It was late; Jing Jianglan couldn’t suppress a yawn—her eyes were red from exhaustion, and she was barely holding on.

Since the Demon Emperor had confirmed it, no one argued further. They lined up and filed one by one into the passage.