Chapter 294: We Never Save Anyone

Tan Lili returned to the apartment.

Naturally, the three players—Ming Tian, Leng Yu Qingfu, and the Landlady—also all returned to the apartment.

After all, they lacked the ability to remain in the circus.

They couldn't possibly have another person compete with the Book Boy for the 【Clown Identity】, could they?

Moreover, there were still matters that needed investigation within the apartment building.

Given the coordination just now, and the Book Boy mentioning the Tarot Association President to Ming Tian.

Plus the knocking test from last night.

A quarter-hour later, over three hundred warriors of the Independent Regiment's First Company had assembled at the entrance of Yang Village, then, under the leadership of Deputy Commander Kong Jie, they marched at a rapid pace straight toward Wan Family Town.

"Vroom"—the Martial Arts Stele trembled slightly; the white light points at its base shot upward rapidly, and within moments reached the position of the number four.

Zhong Shengnan merely let out a cold snort, then hung up the phone, clearly displeased with Nian Chen's tone, which treated her like a servant girl.

Leading Xia Zhi into a side reception hall within the palace, servants immediately brought fine wine, and the two drank while talking.

"Heh, didn't you see him speaking to us calmly? He's probably hoping to get a share of the spoils!" I glanced at Fang Chenghu's departing back and murmured to myself.

Yun Tian smiled slightly; up to this point, none of these people had truly forced him to reveal his trump cards, not even enough to count as a warm-up, yet each one's tone was astonishing.

Witnessing this scene, Nian Chen felt a surge of heat between his legs, involuntarily recalling how Sister Xiuyun had done the same to him not long ago; that feeling... was simply indescribable.

However, life in the apocalypse could never truly allow them to live easily and happily; whenever Lu Xiran wanted to live properly, accidents would always arrive unexpectedly.

This remark killed two birds with one stone, effectively extinguishing Liu Honglian's still-burning fire of gossip.

Under everyone's gaze, a figure with an exposed upper body, entirely black and soot-stained, ran from the distance toward them at high speed.

"Ask them again: who is the commanding general, how many troops are under him, and any other matters—the more detailed, the better?" Zheng Ziming heard this, his face instantly turning very gloomy; with a hoarse voice, he continued giving orders.

My classmate's classmate hurriedly dialed 120, then remembered a bit of first-aid knowledge learned during military training, knelt on the ground, and tried to lift me up.

Far away on the horizon, two meteors suddenly streaked across. Two streams of light, one red and one white, shot across the sky like meteors, vanishing instantly within this city.

Therefore, someone suggested to Zhao Chen that they simply kill all these horses and use them as rations. But Han Yanzhi considered that if the imperial palace were breached, horses would still be needed to protect the Emperor's escape, so he insisted on disagreeing, thus preserving these warhorses. However, because food in the palace was ultimately insufficient, nearly one hundred horses were still slaughtered.

Although these twenty-eight people were third-generation disciples of Hui Ning Temple, their Wu Gong was not weak; especially the four leading disciples, whose skill was no less than that of Huan Ji and others, differing only slightly in experience and refinement.

Additionally, there was a secret water route leading to Canglong Island, but this waterway was known only to Meng Heng, Meng Huiming, Meng Jiming—the three father and sons—and their trusted subordinates; even someone like Zheng Sihai, considered Meng Heng's capable subordinate, did not know.

"The strange old man was right." Judging people by appearance was something Yi Yongheng had seen far too often; he had grown accustomed to it. One couldn't possibly hit someone just because they glanced at you, could one?

Black eyes, black hair, but a more European face; skin sufficiently Bai Xi, appearing to be in his early thirties; beard shaved very clean; slightly curly hair combed quite neatly, even to the point of being glossy and slick.

Late at night, thick black clouds in the sky obscured the moon's radiance; fierce winds blew, the "wooo-wooo" sound constantly reaching the ears; the streets of Hanna City were already devoid of people, every household with doors and windows shut, only some day-and-night entertainment venues remaining brightly lit.