Chapter 558

“I refuse.”

Alvin’s response was simple: he flatly rejected the CEC executive’s tyrannical terms with crisp, decisive words.

Will’s smile vanished; his sunken eyes darkened with cruelty, like a beast stalking prey, his voice turning icy as winter wind piercing to the bone: “Sir, life and opportunity come but once. I urge you to consider carefully.”

“No.”

The two later men indeed possessed formidable martial arts, yet the mysterious figure moved like a ghost, leaving them helpless to counter. Forced to join forces against one, they were still defeated one after another by the mysterious figure.

“It’s all Lin Jiao’s fault—she ruined everything. We had such a good life, but she had to start some company, never showing up, making me feel ashamed to stay home, afraid people would laugh at me for wasting my youth!” Xu Fei found an excuse to blame Lin Jiao.

The family was left baffled, but the governor’s praise was surely a good thing, so they happily trailed behind him toward the dining hall.

Feng Xuanming’s piercing gaze sliced at Luo Qian’er like sharp blades, slowly flaying her alive.

In Bai Li Jun’s mind, anyone who defied Bai Li Lan was brave. Now, her own husband had dared such a “risky” act—she felt both worried and awed.

The big men no longer dared approach Lu Yifan; terrified, they scrambled to their feet and fled in panic.

At that moment, several beams of rosy light shot down from the sky, sweeping up the defeated and carrying them toward the mountain’s base.

Mo Xiaoran cast a languid glance at the weather outside; it wasn’t even eight yet, was it? Didn’t they know she’d stayed up until dawn last night?

Looking up at the city wall, they saw Ma Qingfeng seated majestically on a high-backed chair, sipping fine wine and eating premium fruit.

Lan Tianci, seeing she still said nothing, assumed she had silently agreed, stepped closer two more paces, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

The two foreign girls blinked in surprise—ten thousand yuan to guess one number? With a total of one million between them, they could guess ten numbers.

“Revenge! Win the match! Let them taste the bitterness of defeat! Glory belongs to Manchester United!!!” The Scottish old man bellowed at the top of his lungs.

Gong Yutong had already created countless firsts in Chinese football, and now he was stepping into his coaching debut, however brief it might be.

“Ba Mu’er is your… your real brother? How is that possible?” Razor was stunned into incoherence.

Leaving the office, An Huaijin saw Su Qianchuan bent over his work; unable to bear it, he prepared to go over and pick a fight.

Europe, even Asia, was watching closely to see who would win this year’s Ballon d’Or; Chinese fans longed for Gong Yutong to once again stand atop the world.

“I clean this place every half-month; it’s been over ten days since the last time, and there’s still a lot of dust—I’ll go get a basin of water.” Miss Zhang said.

As soon as the burly security guard drove off, everyone who had witnessed the scene could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

That one death made Li Zeyan’s life miserable ever since—his jungle was relentlessly invaded by the enemy, costing him precious resources, widening the gap in his level and gear compared to theirs.

“Mom! Where’s Big Brother?” Lin Qiao’er, wearing a white strapless dress, suddenly appeared behind Lin Qingcheng.

He Xuan felt reassured as Tang Ruoyao held her arm—after all, if Tang Ruoyao was holding her, she wouldn’t wander off again.

But it was only a thought; if this guy truly reached the Divine Child realm, he wouldn’t be something you could just grab at will. A legendary-level target walking right up to you? Luck couldn’t be better.

From the half-cleared forbidden valley, it was clear there was nothing worth investigating inside.