Chapter 732: I Must Keep Up With Your Pace

This kind of approval work is fine once, twice, thrice, but beyond that, it's too much.

Zhou Yi said his usual limit of three approvals per day was based on years of work experience, not made up.

Originally, after finishing Fan Xiaopang's document, he planned to take a break—

but Fan Xiaopang kept pressing him to copy the document faster, to copy it more times, even questioning his work ethic.

This accusation was simply too much.

He had long known that Zhou Zixi often sneered and looked down on Mo Li and Wei Xiao's unorthodox paths; Su Han now settled old and new grudges together.

At that moment, she had an idea: she must coddle him, coddle him, coddle him, so Xun Lang would know what a smooth, cheat-filled life felt like.

Many uninformed bystanders were drawn to Su Han's unusual request; even some singers she'd collaborated with sent messages to Gao Dao, asking what was going on.

Dense pools of blood merged together, slowly flowing into the sea, even staining the sea's edges red.

Thinking of this, he had a bold idea: lure the Wasteland Demon Ox over too, and see if the two could fight each other.

Especially those who had experienced beast surges, and with no reinforcements, they must be terrified right now.

Afterward, Su Han was busy recording the album and filming the TV drama, and piled up countless variety shows were postponed, so Wang Lei never got the chance to meet him.

"Fine." She wanted to see the vice-chairman's real abilities, though she knew Xiao Xiao was certainly no ordinary person.

He lacked the courage to confront his father directly, yet still coveted the Devil Dynasty's territory, aiming to expand the Ma Po Alliance's holdings in the central region eastward.

But how could these teenagers—so young, clearly inexperienced—be involved? How could Cheng Bao entrust such a major task as kidnapping her to them?

He gripped the thick crimson copper rod and swung it horizontally; the void exploded as it collided with the nine fearsome fire dragons, unleashing a terrifying roar that made the dragons shriek, their flames flickering wildly, unable to get close.

"I want… to go see Grandma and Xuejun first…" Qiu Yuqing said, voice choked, shouldering the hoe.

Prime Minister Gladstone feared Serbia, backed by Austria-Hungary, would use the pretext of maintaining Balkan balance to demand compensation from Bulgaria. If negotiations failed, it would become war—a scenario no one wanted. All their half-century of painstaking planning in the Balkans would turn to dust.

The Chassepot rifle, as a transitional weapon, could be fully withdrawn from service without modification. Yet the French infantry weapons department and logistics division faced nightmares, as Napoleon began a complete overhaul of rifles.

The ordinary man still wore a smile; behind him, Han Yue wore a look of contempt, but the kneeling Ajie saw a glint of killing intent in Huang Yue's eyes…

France wasn't worried about this issue; they were certain the Russians would eventually agree to their request. After all, this was the opportunity they had waited so long for—if they missed it, the next one might never come.

Lin Tao kept the server out precisely because he feared Xin Yutong might truly have an episode; if she were disheveled, the server might see something she shouldn't.

"According to Mr. Cai, your game project has even better prospects than IG Company's, then?" she smiled.

The rented apartment was quiet; Liu Ziling was livestreaming in her room—she was truly diligent, exercising in the morning and spending the rest of her time livestreaming.

Since Shitian Di suffered losses from the Divine Legion, he had secretly prepared—and had been preparing ever since, still unfinished.

With the establishment of the statue, the formation of the priestly system, and the gradual spread of daily prayer rituals, Shitian Di finally began to harvest faith power.