Chapter 157: Captain Jia Is Still Exerting Force (7th Update)

Chaoyang, a teahouse.

This is the meeting place Qi Hui and Yang Siwei agreed upon with Noon Sunshine.

Out of respect, the Noon Sunshine trio—Kong Sheng, Li Xue, and Sun Molong—arrived ten minutes early, quietly awaiting the arrival of Qi Hui and Yang Siwei.

"What do you think this up-and-coming director wants to do?" Li Xue asked with a chuckle, looking at her two friends beside her.

Although Qi Hui has always presented himself to the public as an actor, a director...

Zhao Yang is as resourceful and sagacious as Zhuge Liang; this is something Li Ning admires from the bottom of his heart. However, he feels more disappointment than anything else.

Wang Feiyang then laughed heartily and said, "Li Hao, you better think this through. You only have one chance; if you miss it, there's no going back," Wang Feiyang said somewhat indifferently.

The thick, bloody scent traveled from Mu Ximei's palm to Cui Mei's lips. Feeling an urgent urge to vomit, Cui Mei shoved Mu Ximei away violently and leaned to the side, dry-heaving.

The Daoist Venerable of Supreme Purity only wanted to use these three finger-beams to suppress Jiang Yi's momentum and force his opponent to dodge and retreat.

Seeing that the New Year is approaching again, for Zhou Chu, the busiest time has only just begun, because the development of the financial situation waits for no one.

Qing Feng sighed; it is hard to be a good person. He did it for her own good, yet it seemed as if he had restricted her actions instead.

With the matter settled, all parties no longer made things difficult for Zhou Chu regarding his large-scale recruitment.

"Do you think we're afraid of you just because you're tall? Brothers, come out, this guy is looking for trouble." Following this middle-aged man's call, several men walked out from the private room next door.

But Yi Yuefeng said he wanted to take her as his wife; how is this to be interpreted? Could it be that he wants to further expand his influence?

Leng Yu looked at Mei Mo's reddened eyes, wanting to force a smile to comfort her, but found that she didn't even have the strength to pull off a smile.

"What exactly happened to Xiaotong? Give me a straight answer now." He said to Qin Cang and Tang Guo, as if he had made a great resolution.

Watching Wen Bixian being taken away by the police, Li Tianyi's face was filled with a look of utter dejection. Not until Wen Bixian's back disappeared from view did he turn his head to look at his son, Li Chunan, who was still fast asleep on the bed, and sighed slightly.

The massive wealth of one hundred thousand chaotic spiritual veins is something that even a force with a Fourth Realm expert could hardly produce; only a force that has produced a supreme hegemon could do so.

"Alright, you pack up the cake and take it home to eat. It was bought with money, don't waste it." Qin Cang knew that after hearing everything he had said, Tang Guo would surely have no appetite, so he did not refuse the suggestion to pack up and go home to rest immediately.

"Who says there's no one here? That girl Ziyao must be hiding and peeking, then going back to tell others." Mu Xuefu leaned delicately against his shoulder. The sun was warm and made one feel like sleeping, but Jing Rong's chest was even warmer and more conducive to sleep.

"Actually, you are so smart that you can get ahead in any profession. As the saying goes, 'In every trade, there is a master.' You don't have to hang yourself from a single tree!" Tang Guo racked her brains for a long time, and these were the only words of comfort she could think of.

Qin Cang looked at her; the expression on his face did not change significantly, but his eyes flickered, and his originally sharp gaze seemed to soften slightly.

Zhou Liang clearly noticed that when Zhang Mengfei spoke of the Chiyou Hegemony Art, under the illumination of the red bonfire, that ordinary face seemed to finally radiate a luster not seen on ordinary days, and a kind of indescribable momentum slowly emanated from his body.

Especially upon hearing that Fei Ling was unwilling to travel the world again because of his death and had decided to return to the Divine Palace, and even planned to report his obituary, Qian Yun felt a mysterious tremor in his heart. That magical feeling of influencing others was fascinating and nostalgic.