Chapter 159: The Storm Is Coming (5.2k)

“Shares in the general-purpose computer.” John Morgan said instinctively.

This was also the one thing he felt he could truly offer.

Born into the Morgan family, he didn’t believe there was anything money couldn’t buy.

“I’m not interested in money at all.” The professor truly had no interest in money.

"Plus a huge secret—super huge, super incredibly big." John Morgan’s face was full of mystery.

Lin Ran guessed the secret he was about to reveal without even thinking.

Because too many people lived there and there wasn’t enough living supplies, the conditions inside were terrible—summed up in three words: dirty, messy, and poor.

Even the cool-looking Luo Chuan looked stunned—he’d encountered summoners before, but that required immense spiritual power and hand seals to communicate with the unseen.

His voice was soft; after shedding his demonic aura, Bazha Hu seemed to revert to a child, while the man before him was the once fierce young tiger.

Only halfway through did she remember this was something she’d said privately to Ling Meng—she hadn’t yet communicated with the other member of the Boli Shrine.

A faint flicker of regret stirred in Third Madam’s heart—had her extreme upbringing not been so harsh, would Qin Menglan have turned out this way? Even if she’d just begged Qin Haichuan, things might have improved—but what could she do now?

If someone in his past life had said this, they’d have been called insane. Of course, now they wouldn’t be called insane—but they’d be called a fool, especially if the speaker was the Duke of Nord Kingdom.

“Do you think you can change anything?” The First Will seemed unusually in good spirits today—his words were usually few.

The ancient Creator of Heaven, with one swing of his axe, swept away all rule-lines, leaving nothing but dust.

Anxious, Ando Rika glanced at the empty seat where Masha Namimi had been, as if understanding something, then turned her gaze to Joseph—she knew Joseph must have said something that hurt Masha Namimi.

Joseph’s visit to Britain last year meant something to every noble in Britain, and among them, the one closest to Joseph was Joseph himself—who could claim Joseph had no such intentions?

Wind, Mountain, Marsh, Lake, Heaven, Earth, Fire, Thunder—the eight natural phenomena corresponding to the Eight Trigrams appeared at once; wind and clouds surged, lightning cracked, thunder roared, the earth trembled, mountains shook.

Yet in the end, Wang Hu’s eldest son agreed—he’d borrow the money if he had to, as long as it ensured his family’s safety.

Seeing the two still seemed to have more to discuss, Bai Suzhen quickly took her leave.

“Are we really giving them credit as bait?” Huangfu Yihui chuckled lowly, whispering his plan to the four, causing He Wenyu to barely suppress his laughter.

“Mr. Xu, are you worried the plague can’t be contained?” Bai Suzhen’s voice suddenly sounded behind Xu Xuan.

Dozens of Xiao family members stepped just beyond the range of the “Frost Has Arrived” spell, gathering blazing fire in their palms and hurling it toward Feng Wanli.

“Your aunt made this specially for you—not too thick, the meat’s tender and falling apart—try some,” said Chang Xi’s mother, smiling from beside them.

After meeting Zhang Yue, he immediately patted his chest and swore: “I vow to serve the Minister, even if my dog and horse must first fill the ditches, to repay the Emperor’s holy grace.”

“No way—do we have to be this in sync?” He Wenyu laughed until tears came, because they’d both written the same character: “qian.”

“Uh, Leonora, I’ve got a cavity lately—I don’t eat sugar,” Nicholas blurted out a random excuse—there was definitely something fishy; how could he possibly eat it?

Heavy rewards attract brave men—the four bodyguards, hearing the reward was one million, immediately charged toward Li Haolong and his group. Cheng Kun picked up a glass of whiskey from the table, downed it in one gulp, and growled: “Li Haolong, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you.”