Chapter 89

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Milton was furious, truly furious.

He had just given an impassioned speech on television, and had only just established the "Godfather's" authority on Old Street.

Only a day had passed, yet someone actually dared to cause trouble on his turf?!

In Milton's view, this wasn't stealing money from the Grocery Store, but slapping his face, digging up his tax revenue.

This was no ordinary thief anymore; he must strike with an iron fist.

No have what cost

After another period of months passed, with the establishment of the Innate Gathering Dragon Array, hundreds of thousands of commoners migrated into the Central Plains, and Goryeo, which had dominated the Great Zhou's northeast, thus thoroughly vanished from history.

He directly picked the two with the biggest chests and held them at his sides, one in each hand impossible to grasp fully, truly making one quite joyful.

However, Han Mo quite enjoyed Xuan Xuan's coquettishness; every time the child said softly and glutinously that she missed him, Han Mo's heart would feel very warm.

Mi Li's action harvested Zhao Ge's gratitude; actually, she also didn't want to bring up that unbearable past again.

Situation! Huang Jianjia hurriedly gave "Murong Kunpeng" a push; Jiang Hanxue habitually touched her wrist but didn't feel the Treasure Bracelet, and suddenly remembered she wasn't in her own body now — what to do?

The house agent introduced the house simply, with no particular eagerness, just politely speaking about some matters concerning the layout.

Zheng Sen dispatched the Barbarian Mercenaries who had followed him from Fujian northward, and the soldiers of the Amis and Paiwan tribes who joined the battle, to deploy defenses in the mountains and forests of Taichung, ensuring they snipe Fang Yuan's southward army and prevent it from entering the defenseless Tainan Plain.

Lan Zuwang knew Zeng Xinxin's relationship with Song Shiming, and also knew how tight Song Shiming's relationships were with General Ning and Emperor Dingkang.

Because he saw, above the atmosphere overhead, a huge hole had conspicuously appeared; the Witch Ancestor's wolf head was faintly visible behind that hole, as if this one claw strike came from beyond the Nine Heavens.

He dared guarantee that by then their family's magazine company would certainly be able to rank among the nationally renowned magazine companies, and he should still be able to realize his life ideal before his hair falls out completely.

Subsequently, he didn't rush to update like other writers, but unhurriedly continued writing the detailed outline on paper, constantly perfecting his ideas on paper.

Although they could march side by side, displaying a certain degree of intelligence and organization. But they actually killed indiscriminately regardless of species, both various poisonous insects and insects that could secrete sweet juice were all executed by them without the slightest hesitation.

Clang-clang sword cries resounded through heaven and earth, like an avalanche, like a storm; and amidst these sword cries, Alsatasi's body directly vanished.

Those eyes devoid of any emotional color, lurking with a killing intent difficult to cover up; this person has certainly experienced countless iron-blooded combats, forging this shocking aura with enemies' blood and lives.

Dilai looked at Lu Yang with some pity, then turned to glance at Donald, only to discover mockery and regret in the latter's eyes.

Mere "illegal entry" might not count as too big a problem, but if you add foreign police status to the "illegal entry" personnel, then the fun gets big.

He himself is a shut-in, so he has some understanding of the degree of mess that staying indoors causes.

Revealing a very unfriendly smile, Xu Er's tone also changed, a complete departure from her usual gentleness, with a touch of "Violent Aesthetics" flavor.

Watching Yang Fan fall into silence, Lan walked up to comfort him, telling him that no matter what, he only needed to do well the things before his eyes.

While waiting for the responsible editor and review editor's friend requests to be approved, Yang Fan sat awkwardly on the Chair; along with his awkward sitting posture, his mood also became uneasy and restless.

Thoroughly confined within the Dan Room, for several consecutive days, not a drop of water or grain of rice entered; inside the Dan Room, it was as if completely isolated from the outside world. Even day and night were difficult to distinguish.