Chapter 165: Damn, I

"Hey, hey, hey…" Qi Hui hurriedly said: "Yang Mi, we're classmates—how can you address me as Teacher?"

Qi Hui instinctively stepped back, his guard rising, glancing beside him to find Jing Tian… only then remembering she wasn't there.

Qi Hui muttered under his breath that this was a nuisance, then denied Yang Mi any chance to speak, instead directly asking about her recent work.

Like "Far Cry on a Lonely Island" or something like that.

Once this topic came up, Yang Mi immediately

Captain Poshui triggered the alarm the moment he received news of the monster's recovery, recalling his entire team.

Ding Linglin seemed to exhale a breath of relief, yet still kept a stern face: "I hope you're not lying, because if you are, I'll find out eventually." Guo Ding could only listen.

At the moment of battle or during combat, if the commander vanishes from the soldiers' sight, the consequences are extremely severe.

"Kill." As Li Zhongwei departed, Shi Niu suddenly gave Tie Niu a glance, accompanied by clear, silent lip movements that reached Tie Niu's eyes.

Wang Tongzhi was the other Deputy Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard; his predecessor had his neck snapped by Meng Qi three years ago, and he had the luck to fill that vacancy.

Whether out of morality, village customs, or fear of gossip, as long as the couple didn't die violently inside the house, the burden of caring for them fell solely on Guan Hongda.

One moment you're being screamed at by your mom until you're covered in blood and dirt, the next you come over to call me for dinner—just stepped out of hell, and now you're trying to take me to heaven?

The one who would ultimately win must be among these two; everyone else knew the outcome was sealed, so they all stopped fighting and withdrew from the arena.

Lin Chong truly wanted to strike down Dinoruru for Mubiyousi right now—it was too heartbreaking to watch—but fortunately, Lin Chong remembered the instructions from King Ultra and Ultra Father: they were meant to train Mubiyousi, to help him grow.

Zhang Zhiping savored the natural air, his expression entranced, when suddenly a voice interrupted him.

Cracking sounds echoed; the purple-black light shield, upon colliding with the Yun Tu, finally shattered, and as it exploded, the scorching spiritual energy surged outward—then the Yun Tu expanded and swallowed it whole.

Ling Chutian saw Zhuang Jian escape right under his nose, his expression turning icy; the latter had repeatedly withstood his attacks, though looking disheveled, yet managing to slip away from his grasp proved Zhuang Jian's considerable strength.

Song Hui was from Huanghai Province, which had a long tradition of clustered business; naturally, a Huanghai Chamber of Commerce had been established in the Nantong Home Textile Market, but since the market had just begun to flourish, only a handful of Huanghai merchants had opened factories or shops there—the chamber's member units totaled barely a dozen.

He instinctively thought it was an illusion induced by seduction arts, but in an instant, that inner stirring surged without limit—something on the other side seemed to magnetize him like madness; the feeling was unbearably real, yet stuck firmly in his throat, choking him with a wave of oppressive irritation.

Hou Yuan Shan, for his part, began to wonder about Xiao Shan's identity—why was he helping him and his comrades? What was his true role? Was he merely the Military Intelligence Service's top spy, moved by compassion and unwilling to kill fellow Chinese? He was about to speak, but Xiao Shan spoke first.

"General, why not send another radio order to Li Tianyou, commanding him to withdraw the Ximan Column immediately? Hong Xuezhi is already drawing Du Yuming's attention, buying him time!" Lin Biao listened to Han Chen's words, a bitter taste on his lips; he sighed deeply, his eyes now gleaming with Heavy and solemn resolve.