Chapter 109: Lin Ran

The Chinese representative never took the item out of his pocket until he returned to the Geneva Intercontinental Hotel.

After all, China had no specific office in Geneva at the time, and the hotel they stayed in was arranged by neutral Switzerland.

After returning to the hotel, the Chinese representative merely reached into his pocket and rubbed the object, trying to identify it by touch.

The rough texture, combined with the card-sized shape, made the Chinese representative immediately realize what it was.

Throughout the journey, Qian Qian, exhausted, said nothing and just clutched her burger, staring blankly. Liu Yu and the Daoist, both talkative, chatted animatedly; Liu Yu politely greeted the Xiongjian , and the Daoist gave only a brief reply—that his brother was ill, not seriously, thank you for your concern.

Perhaps they knew Zhang Wanyu was no ordinary man, possibly possessing the combat power of a supreme expert, but the fact that he drove Du Ming Shou Yuanhua away alone spoke volumes.

Yet, just as Jin Shangyu and Feng Luoyun chatted idly, the battle onstage entered a new phase.

“It’s fine. I’ve gotten rusty from not doing this for a while,” Old Li said, blushing.

However, Wei Qing was surprised to find Huang Ming agile—he merely lifted his foot slightly and easily dodged the ashtray.

The past was too painful to recall; only his master’s stern teachings had left deep imprints in his heart. He dared not waste time—he pressed the accelerator harder and sped toward his target.

Do you know? What I love most is watching you Aslan people collapse from exhaustion, their hatred smoldering but never spoken aloud. It’s utterly fascinating—so bitterly ironic.

“My Lord? My Lord?” Yun Ji gently pushed Feng Er. Seeing no response, she relaxed and waved her hand. “My Lord is drunk. Take the feast away.” She rose and supported Feng Er toward the room.

After two days of searching, they uncovered numerous Cao Army spies and discovered a secret tunnel the Cao Army had dug. Liu Yu ordered all tunnels sealed, so the Cao Army could never use them again.

Countless sawteeth appeared, crushing toward the three of them. At all costs, Ye Feng had to buy time, hoping Ding and the other six would hurry.

The group trudged out of Shuimuchun City, glancing back at the apartment building. Big Fei let out a heavy sigh.

“Before you go to betray me, I can finish this problem—and then you’ll vanish. Ulysses, you are the King who seeks truth, not the master of the Kingdom of Power,” Wu Si said calmly, eyes still lowered.

Wu De let out a cold laugh, casually grasping a few times—every storage bag on Yunzhonghe’s body was now clutched in his palm, including Ye Fan’s storage bag.

For soldiers, lineage mattered little, but battlefield merit was indispensable. Without merit, even an ordinary soldier would look down on you in his heart.

“Wait a moment—I have a friend coming,” Augustin said something irrelevant.

Liang Xiong roared: “Wu Dalin, you’re a lapdog of the Sima family—I won’t spare you today!” He lunged forward, slashing his blade toward Wu Dalin. Wu Dalin sidestepped the strike, drew his own sword, and parried with an upward slash—*clang!* Sparks flew as the two blades clashed.

The dark mass of barbarian troops beyond the fortress seemed to sense the Kaimiao warriors’ furious rage and began to stir restlessly.

Today, Weicheng City was entirely under Feng Zu’s control. The Feng Zu name was renowned far and wide—not only had they dominated Weicheng City, but even people from the other three cities in Yun Province bowed their heads when passing through Feng Zu territory.

I feared whatever crawled out of this coffin was hiding somewhere beneath the ground, so I turned my flashlight to its brightest setting and swept it around.

The three of them ran desperately. Barely ten steps beyond the unfinished building, the entire structure collapsed with a thunderous crash—as if the ground had swallowed it whole—and the dust cloud hung for a long time without dispersing.