Chapter 280: I

“Really?” Yan Yi perked up instantly. He prided himself as the gambling god, having never lost in his long life, feeling the lonely isolation of being at the top. He planned to unleash his signature game of Dou Dizhu and reclaim his dominance.

“Eliminate them—the fire wall won’t hold them long. Don’t destroy the pyramid.” Pingfan opened fire first; the Nine Dragon Knife transformed into a massive barrage of particle beams, blasting toward the dense black, copper, and gray undead army.

The mechs had fully synthetic ecosystems. They couldn’t smell odors like concentrated sulfuric acid. Yet their combat knives reacted.

Now back at his corporation’s entrance, he felt immensely excited—starting today, Li Dong Corporation was entirely his.

Meanwhile, the Divine Lord swept his hands, and boom boom boom boom—the main cannons of ten battleships all turned toward Andret Corporation.

Even though this beast had taken human form, it retained its monstrous ugliness, appearing more beast than man, its face still bearing a standard aquatic creature’s visage.

He also tested his immunity to poisons—swallowed a whole bottle of rat poison. Any normal person would’ve foamed at the mouth and rolled their eyes back, but Yan Yi drank it like soda, burped, and felt nothing.

Lian Feiyi led this operation; Zhou Huafeng and Lei Yuanhao, lacking combat experience, naturally served as followers.

Qian Xu had no more doubts and focused entirely on driving. As the car entered Tian Nan’s territory, the number of zombies increased, and road conditions grew terrible. Even with his excellent driving skills, he had to concentrate fully to avoid disaster.

Take someone like Li Tailong—he annually earned massive illegal income through drug trafficking, living a life of extravagant excess. Buying luxury goods and expensive items no longer required social status or permits; if you had money, you could buy anything priced—even people.

Chi Mucheng wanted to stand up for her, but Yu Xia held him back. Today was Chi Yayun’s birthday; she didn’t want her presence to ruin it.

Guo Jianchen couldn’t help stealing a glance at Qi Miao. Compared to their first meeting, her aura seemed different?

But when he grabbed it, it immediately flapped its wings frantically, trying to escape. No matter what Xie Zhixing did, it refused to calm down.

Zhao Ruhua returned home, saw him busy with his own affairs, and cheerfully greeted him.

Taking the train was exhausting. The two old women below had been chatting enthusiastically, but by afternoon they’d lost all energy, lying on their bunks, staring blankly at nothing.

Gu Guofu couldn’t help but laugh and sigh—his village hadn’t meddled in that matter back then; they’d paid exactly what was required.

Gu Xue smiled. She’d proposed the idea herself, primarily for the village’s children.

If Jia Dongchuan could master their sword formation, it would be excellent news for Tian Que Alliance.

He set aside Jia Zhangshi’s matter for now and turned his head toward Zhou Sheng.

For half a year, fans felt aimless. Coupled with Chen Yang’s changed mindset—he rarely snapped back anymore—fans felt even more hopeless.

San Niang had always assumed the old Prince returned to fight because he couldn’t accept losing the meat he’d already bitten into—he wanted to snatch it back.

Due to his dynamic vision and physical fitness, Yang Ping achieved twice the results with half the effort in baseball training. In this regard, he owed thanks to fate: he gained double the results of his opponents while exerting only half their effort.

Su Bei suddenly opened his eyes, thrusting both arms violently skyward. A thick, majestic aura erupted from his towering frame, surging outward in a vast, roaring tide.

Most runners couldn’t accelerate to that instant’s speed, so their success rate in reaching base remained low.

Zhu Ganglie led Su Bei and the others through one checkpoint after another; unexpected incidents kept occurring. Thanks to Zhu Ganglie’s exceptional adaptability, they repeatedly covered it up, avoiding exposure.

Arrows signaled the attack; black figures slipped silently through the bandit fortress gate, hiding in shadows like ghosts.

Wan Jianheng stood atop a steep, towering rock, arms crossed, gazing silently at the direction where hundreds of thousands of residual souls converged. His snow-white robe fluttered gently in the chilly night wind.

Lin Jun’s mind paused. He knew Garingning had an excellent relationship with his wife—sometimes even when unwell, he’d ask her to see to him. He hadn’t expected this suggestion.

Jiang Pengji had no aversion to dirt. After all, in her past life she’d been a gene warrior—what terrible environments hadn’t she faced during missions? Getting covered in mud was nothing; being splattered with enemy blood, flesh, and filth was routine.

Qiu Chan smiled and said, “I came to see His Majesty, and I’ve thought of a way to capture Ye Qiu’er.” Yan Xun had been under pressure from both inside and outside the court these past two days, already overwhelmed—he didn’t want to deal with Qiu Chan or harem matters, but Qiu Chan seemed fixated on Ye Qiu’er.

Li Doutou went out looking for Letian, just as Letian met He Yuanwai. Upon hearing Lingzi’s message, they both hurried toward Letian’s home.