Chapter 79: Taxes Are Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 76: Art Is an Explosion

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

The guard hadn't finished speaking when the manure truck, which had just been parked by the roadside, suddenly accelerated without warning and slammed into the steakhouse at the street corner.

Whether they were people guarding the restaurant or people standing on the street, their minds froze upon seeing this scene, and not a single person tried to open fire to stop it!

If it had been a sedan or a pickup truck charging over, someone might have reacted and tried to stop it.

But this was a manure truck!

Lin Yuan finally cast him a cold glance—the person who had caused all the pain in the first half of her life, displaying such an ugly sight.

Seeing that they were about to start arguing, Li Cheng hurriedly changed the subject and led the group to the reserved private room.

Seeing Mi Fang half-heartedly encouraging and then suddenly stopping, Yuan Tan felt even more itchy with frustration in his heart.

He didn't answer, silently looking at the tidy house, even the light gray cashmere carpet had been cleaned.

Although there were now large numbers of refugees entering Jiangdong to avoid disaster and flee hardship, they went to Kuaiji and Wu Commandery.

She indeed had the qualification to be proud. Her grandfather Mo Taining was a master-level figure in traditional Chinese medicine pediatrics. Her father Mo Housheng was the vice dean of Ninghai Hospital.

When Wang Hao came over, he saw Ding Fan, Gou Xiang, and Deng Yifei sitting by the roadside at a glance.

After spending this period of time with Mi Fang, Guan Yu indeed no longer had his initial contempt, but instead felt even more disgust toward Mi Fang.

Why did Wen Shaoan deliberately mention Xingpai Orphanage? Wen Tingting certainly couldn't not know.

Truly the best debater capable of tongue-battling American congressmen, Mu Zhixian displayed his powerful oratory and analytical skills. Everyone was attracted by his "stand-up comedy," listening with great interest.

Looking resentfully at Tang Yin beside her, Liu Mengmeng sincerely felt she had chosen her friends poorly—how had she become friends with such a big-mouth? It was exactly bringing up what shouldn't be mentioned; the more she didn't want to mention something, the more Liu Mengmeng brought it up with relish.

One afternoon in mid-July, around two o'clock, Wang Lifang came to find Zhao Hui—this was their appointment to go play inside Li Zhen Guo that afternoon.

Just like the boundless deep sea, even if the surface is calm and windless, inside there is still power that can devour heaven and earth.

At this moment, Jin Shiyang was furious! But he only glared viciously at Luo Yunxiao twice, then strode out of the council hall, preparing to lead the men and horses of Jingtian Mountain Villa out of Lingshui City to join that stinky-footed girl of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect.

Na Yanhua had finished her makeup and put on her wedding dress, appearing dignified, elegant, and beautiful. Zhao Hui adjusted Na Yanhua's wedding dress and said admiringly, "What a beautiful bride! You look so beautiful in your wedding dress." Na Yanhua smiled and said, "You are beautiful today too; next year's bride will be you." Zhao Hui laughed.

Since those fellows claiming to be Ghost Messengers took control of this village, their days could be described as unbearable. Their relatives were locked up by these fellows one after another, then sent out to do things, luring humans to remote places, or serving as eyes and ears for these Ghost Messengers.

"I'm fine, it's just that seeing you all go home makes my heart ache." Veronica forced out a smile, but it was hardly better than crying.

At this moment, time seemed to have frozen. In just two or three minutes, it felt as long as crossing endless ages. That pain, felt deeply in the heart—the hearts of the three city lords were dripping blood, and cold sweat soaked their clothes.

At this time, the originally clear weather suddenly darkened. Above the horizon, muffled thunder seemed to rumble, making people's hearts tremble.

"Hey, why are you here?" Shan Gui was sitting at the bow smoking. Seeing Li Jin standing on the beach of the island, he was startled and hurriedly asked.

During the subsequent meal, the atmosphere became gloomy. Looking at Xu Yun's expression, Chu Feng could probably guess her relationship with her family.