Chapter 80

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

"Murder!"

"An explosion..."

"The Fan Kang Gang has biological weapons! Call the police!"

"I saw the 'Hell Tax Collector' resisting the Fan Kang Gang."

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In the areas slightly farther away around the street that hadn't been cleared, many people, upon hearing the explosion sound, immediately ran for their lives while shouting the news they had just heard.

That utterly wicked Fan Kang Gang has come to carry out a terrorist attack again!

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She nimbly climbed up the tree, then onto the roof. Then, with practiced ease, she walked toward the direction of Yun Chong's courtyard.

After finishing speaking, Meng Batian put on his clothes, walked out the door, and looked at the fine sun, yet his mood was incomparably melancholy.

Such a situation left him with absolutely no way out. Yi Guo Ru flew into a rage, fled Buyin City overnight, and dispatched Xue Liang to summon his old subordinates, preparing to head west first to gather strength and plot rebellion.

As he spoke these words, Major Cabreno's face was full of arrogance, as if the armored combat he spoke of were his own private domain, to be disposed of at his whim.

Di Jun's eyes lit up as he looked toward Kunpeng Laozu; he hadn't expected Kunpeng to have thought of the same thing. Ever since obtaining the Shangqing Tongtian Origin, he had also gained a perception of the principles governing the movement of the stars in the heavens.

Why not admit that he himself made a fatal tactical error, falling into the old habit of underestimating the enemy and advancing rashly?

"Can I really do it?" After being thoroughly abused by Shu Po, Yue Ming doubted his own ability more and more.

On the surface, the Qing Government's arrangements for these students completely failed to utilize their proper roles; having Harvard University graduates go learn to send telegrams — even the United States isn't that extravagant.

Ji Chang, whose legs were already injured from a fall, simply couldn't outrun the four-legged strange beast Fire Ox; he had just crossed over a mountain when, on the plain below, he was caught up by the Zhou Wang's soldiers who had been pursuing slowly from behind.

"Hahaha, good. We brothers live and die together. Di Jun, Taiyi, Kunpeng — you three killed my elder brother; today we will certainly send you to death as well! Die." Yet another Ancestral Witch threw himself at the even more grievously wounded Taiyi, Di Jun, and Kunpeng.

The youth was about twelve or thirteen years old; at this moment his chest heaved heavily, his face flushed, yet he still clutched the bundle in his arms tightly, looking hopefully yet timidly at the cultivators coming and going on the street, wanting to step forward but unable to move his feet, not knowing what to do, only able to anxiously stay in place.

The opponent's professional level was indeed a bit higher, but in terms of combat experience, he fell short by far too much, with almost no praiseworthy techniques; his abilities weren't systematic either, containing many meaningless redundancies.

However, after shaking off the crowd, Lu Quan Zhang was still using divine sense to transmit sound along the way, chattering incessantly with Zhao Yu Heng.

When ordinary people are questioned by police about matters concerning themselves or those around them, their conditioned reflex is to have a certain wariness and resistance; to avoid resistance, one must try to mitigate the sensitivity of the questions. Li Yi's habitual method is to talk around the subject, occasionally slipping in a question or two; he worried Qin Gang wouldn't learn it.

I already found Gin mysterious before; now it seems he's far more than mysterious — this guy Gin has secrets in every strand of hair; clearly a demon, yet he hides his danger without a trace; clearly an assassin, yet one detects not a shred of killing intent.

"Could it be there was some deeper meaning back then that I didn't grasp?" Seeing Lu Yi with a bitter melon face, Director Jiang curiously asked a sentence.

"What joke are you cracking? Meizi Lin is something Brother Lu made up." Wu Liuqi didn't look toward Kele's direction, and said with a calm face.

Cao Da Sheng has always had impure motives; if she rashly crashes into him, isn't that voluntarily delivering herself to his door?

That dress — in Ye Meng Yin's mother's phone, in all of Ye Meng Yin's posted Moments records, Li Yi browsed through each one carefully, all the way back to a year ago, and never saw that dress.