Chapter 964: The Hot Commodity

Just like a leader who expands territory, constantly capturing cities and lands, within his ranks there are constant achievements of wives and children being ennobled and vast wealth acquired, so naturally he holds absolute authority within the group.

Applied to Dongling Gaoké’s vessel, under Li Dashanren’s helm, these past years have seen continuous discovery of new continents, allowing everyone aboard to amass great fortunes.

Now he is even managing the Digital Harbour, suppressing the Changjiang Li family—the so-called number one aristocratic clan of the city.

In contrast, even someone as powerful as Jiang Dong was bound and constrained under such circumstances.

Before leaving, Yi Zhantian told Yi Feng that for the situation in Fengyun City, he could seek help from Huang Zhicai.

“How’s it going, Teacher Gao? Don’t be so tense—it’s an entertainment venue, meant for you to shed your false masks and let loose.” Fang Yuan coaxed like a madam.

“Doctor Wu, why are you exchanging currency here? Why don’t you want to keep doing this?” Yu Sheng, already acquainted with the doctor, asked directly.

“Promise me you’ll always stay by my side.” Ouyang Yingqi threw herself into Nangong Linyi’s arms and held him tightly, fearing those around her would leave again, just like Qian Mo had.

Gao Jun turned to Han Jingjing and said: “Do you know the difference in effect between the character for ‘deposit’ with the speech radical and the one with the roof radical?”

But when Ye Yuqing brought him to a place to eat, Ouyang Shanglie froze—it was a bubble tea shop.

Gao Jun winked at the deputy captain, who gave him a suggestive grin and made a slapping motion toward the group leader’s back.

Qian Mo, you promised me—you must keep it, or I will never forgive you. Ouyang Yingqi clenched her fists, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Ha, what losses? Who will compensate me for my losses? Interfering with my business—what compensation do I deserve?” Zhang Ruiqing said, then lifted his cigar and flicked ash toward the facing Chai Hua.

As Lin Zhengfeng drew near, he instantly sensed countless astonishing energies surging from all directions of the inn under the dark night—over twenty such energies, originating nearby. Sensing this, Lin Zhengfeng furrowed his brow.

When Chen Xi saw the Ninth Young Master use a downward chopping technique, he immediately began contemplating how to counter it.

Most of his money came from scams, and some from being a gigolo, yet he had never met any boss.

Instantly, a Great Fire Array enveloped the ferocious demon, who writhed in agony inside, desperately trying to break free—but could not shatter the formation.

Now, Leng Yi had punched back a ninth-rank Immortal Master, proving the Twin Butterflies’ speculation correct—Leng Yi’s cultivation was far more complex than it appeared.

Xu Ziyang did not lie; he directly admitted he could not break the formation.

Yet the man’s aura did not diminish—it intensified further, and as he walked, the air around him began to thicken and stagnate. Clearly, his strength had surged again.

“You’re full of shit. So many have died at the hands of the Nine Major Sects—your Beiming Sect used to have over two thousand members. How many are left now?” Po Xukong asked.

She could not cry for Ji Fan in front of Yan Ye—even if she and Ji Fan were only friends.

“Enough, don’t cry anymore—I’m taking charge of this!” The old man said, patting Lisheng’s shoulder again. Seeing her face drenched in tears, he wiped them away.

“Hey, we’re coming with you. We don’t need to wait for your companions.” Ji Fan refused to sit idle.

The letter was short, but it clearly explained why she couldn’t come. Xiao Diduan smiled faintly, folded it, and slipped it into his pocket.