Chapter 101

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

In Mexico, at the Fan Kang Gang headquarters, some people were moving things in a panic, completely lacking their previous wanton arrogance.

One could occasionally see a few vehicles transporting supplies, driving over from the direction of Maracan Town.

Seeing this scene, Raoul's brows locked tightly together.

The Fan Kang Gang's gang atmosphere is very strange right now, very fractured — the gang members responsible for the Guatemala side, those with lower status and weaker combat power, are hanging their heads dejectedly one by one.

Lao Ma ran into the courtyard to search, still finding nothing; he was just preparing to shout up at the people upstairs when he suddenly looked up and saw a white figure on the third-floor exterior wall.

Wang Kai'an froze instantly, his jaw nearly dropping, looking at Sun Shaowu in disbelief, his speech even stuttering a bit.

It's just a pity that this is impossible; Bai Jikao is always Bai Jikao — if he weren't like this, he wouldn't be him.

Liu Xiaotong still hadn't returned the call; she had no other friends either, so after thinking it over, she called Qin Nan.

Offspring born between dragons are not necessarily true dragons. Only offspring who inherit their parents' wisdom can grow into dragons like their parents. Often, various mutations occur — for example, the hatched eggs produce Dragonborn, Half-Dragons, or even Dragon Beasts, the most despised by pureblood dragons.

"Yo, there's a guest; then I'll go bring up another cup." Dong Ming saw Ye Yun there but didn't know he was Ye Yun, assuming he was Chu Xia's friend or another colleague.

It's not that Butler cannot control more security cameras; rather, Nan Lin Gui Yi currently only obtained control rights to 68 security cameras.

No wonder she wouldn't sympathize with him anymore; speaking of it, he's actually a bit luckier than her, because at least he's a man.

Eighteen meetings also mark a death anniversary; the saying goes: "Meeting seven meeting eight, copper hammer iron hairpin; burning seven burning nine, Yan King invites you to drink." It holds that if the seventh burning falls on a seventh or eighth day, the Yan King will torture the dead soul; in such cases, the memorial must be advanced or delayed by one day.

Not only that, not far from the off-road vehicle, a white man carrying a plastic bag was strolling leisurely toward the off-road vehicle; the plastic bag appeared to contain food.

Gao Qing scratched his head behind them. What's going on? Could this kid have caught a chill-sickness? Thinking of this, Gao Qing hurried to the door and knocked.

Around this mountain path beside them, countless Divine Beasts had long been lying in ambush; they grew in different shapes, almost every one of those fellows distinct.

But he hadn't expected that Meng Qi had no obligation to save him, and he also hadn't figured out his current predicament; after this incident, he should have learned a lesson: in the apocalypse, only if you yourself can survive do you have the capacity to consider others' life and death.

Because several elders' unexpected disturbance, the atmosphere between the two people was instantly destroyed completely.

With the development of collective society, we have now even transformed into a kind of noble identity — cosmic overlords with high-speed intellect and superb wrist/means.

"Holy shit, you brat, don't make it sound so creepy!" Wu Liang shuddered involuntarily, rubbing the goosebumps on his arm.

At this moment, Huang Xuanling looked just like a veteran businessman seasoned at wine tables — generous in manner, appropriate in response — making everyone present not dare to regard Huang Xuanling as a fifteen-year-old youth.

"Pass the order down: no one is to loose arrows." Finishing these words, Lv Weihuang went down the city; he had to rush to North City to observe the Bingzhou Army's movements — just treat it as sending off the plague god. Chunyu Qiong had conveyed the order to him, but looking out from afar, he fundamentally saw no trace of friendly forces.

Tasha wanted someone to tidy another bed for me; I only felt I couldn't even stand steady — my feet treading on what felt like a pile of cotton, my body leaning toward the bed edge, and I didn't want to move anymore.

"Who is stirring up trouble and pressing aggressively here?" Shen Tu Yue Ming asked knowingly, her force and rhythm neither high nor low, neither tight nor slow.