Chapter 963: Pointing at a Deer and Calling It a Horse

“By next year, when ChinaNet launches in Hongcheng, I’ll come to Hongcheng!”

Li Dongling looked at Ning Wenke, who was snuggled against his chest, and said.

ChinaNet is the most crucial component of the Digital Port and Hongcheng’s Future Industry Fund; Li Dongling even made a bet agreement with the head of the Hongcheng municipal government.

When ChinaNet launches, it won’t just be in Hongcheng—it will cover the entire Chinese-speaking internet market across Southeast Asia.

ChinaNet

The carriage, lacking any family insignia, rolled down the street; both Chen Rong and Wang Xuan felt a sense of ease.

His subordinates, equally moved, stared fixedly at the five beauties, each dazzled and utterly enchanted.

He, who mastered three Heavenly Forces, was not yet strong enough to rival a High Heavenly Master, but he was confident he could defeat ordinary Low Heavenly Masters, and even stand firm against Mid Heavenly Masters.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The man stood up, his face sour, and turned to leave.

Yet at this moment, these refined and elegant young men all frowned, their expressions a mix of annoyance and helplessness. They glared at the food before them but none lifted their chopsticks.

He Yaqin’s tiny fists pounded repeatedly against He Qingfan’s chest—“Bad guy, worst guy, always picking on me; now I feel even worse.”

He Qingfan left dejectedly, burdened with unhappiness, grievance, and sorrow—all tangled together. He looked back at Gu Xunyi and Gu Qingyue with a pitiful, reluctant gaze, unwilling to go.

The ruler of Yan State, seeing even the Grand Sacrificer could not accomplish it, began considering his next move: sending troops to seize back the Heavenly God. But the thought of the invincible iron cavalry of Zhou made him hesitate, unable to issue the order immediately.

As expected, Zheng Kelan, stepping out of the salon, radiated even more brilliance—truly beautiful to the point of bursting.

Fang Caimei stood up; she had already changed her clothes. Eager for promotion, she rushed out before Jing Zeming even entered the door.

Wu Chang’an, upon receiving the call, froze for a moment, then, as if bewitched, rode his bike toward Kang Baohong’s house.

Qin Feng did not pursue; he stopped and turned to face Hu Luo Ziyou, who was disheveled and gasping for breath.

Although Teacher Zheng did not publicly reveal the issues with Qin Ze’s exam, for some reason, the matter spread quietly throughout the entire grade—even some first- and third-year students heard of it. A few mischief-makers even gave Qin Ze a nickname: “The Madman.”

Ya Lu’s heart turned to ash. Qin Ze was right—he had no right whatsoever to negotiate with Qin Ze now. Even Gordan probably didn’t yet know who had kidnapped him.

The man of the Hongyu Twin Killers stepped forward, unleashing a vast, ocean-like spiritual force that surged toward Qin Feng.

“Madam, wait—what… what do you mean?” Fang Caimei felt an intense sense of danger, though she couldn’t pinpoint why.

“You don’t even know me? You’ve wasted your entire time at school.” The senior leader, upon hearing I didn’t recognize him, looked utterly astonished.

“Yes, what do you need from me?” Yu Junyao’s voice was timid, easily stirring sympathy in others.

Yet the final three or four meters contained sword intent so densely concentrated that it could no longer contract or coalesce further, nor fuse with Ye Fei’s body.

The two then thoroughly discussed many details based on the previous five points. Qiao Shenming recorded each detail meticulously to avoid omissions, using black ink for solvable issues, blue ink for harder ones, and red ink for the most difficult.

These past few days, I’ve been persistently searching for Wormtail’s hiding place in Kunlun City, with no leads. Today, it’s almost certain that Qiye fled with Wormtail through the southern gate of the Dragonfish Tomb, following the recent clash there.