Chapter 797: The Favor Zhou Yi Owes Can Never Be Repaid

Everyone has this circle of social favors, but reaching the extent Zhou Yi has—or rather, "wiping them out completely" to the degree Zhou Yi has—is still rare.

The last time Cheng Yizhong and Zhang Ping committed crimes, they received only a light punishment for a serious offense; the big matter was made small, the small matter made nothing. After being expelled, they lay low until the storm passed, then were rehired as managers of other businesses in subsidiaries under the group.

But this time, judging by the stance taken by the Imperial Capital Court within the circle, that path seems impossible to take.

At this moment, Robin had already surged to Yang Hao's back. Yang Hao turned his head slightly, the corner of his mouth curling up as he continued to swing the Demon-Suppressing Pestle. Robin knew clearly that a single strike from Yang Hao was enough to blast his younger brother apart.

Zhou Li was not surprised; he was stunned for an instant, then, after realizing what she meant, his brows tightened, then immediately relaxed.

Half a shichen later, the expression on Yang Hao's face was no longer the same vicious snarl as before; instead, he seemed to be enjoying it. Clearly, he had already adapted to this erosion. As time passed, the demonic runes on his body became increasingly distinct, and Yang Hao felt the strength of his physical body had grown significantly more formidable.

Seeing their brief exchange, the others below the stage, who had been calm before, now wore expressions that were somewhat solemn.

On the road, he had robbed two horses like a maniac. By the time both horses had run themselves to death, and the last one was foaming at the mouth, he finally arrived at the branch office.

A violent explosion erupted from the arena. Yang Hao's strike was blocked. He clenched his fist, and a fiery, vicious blade appeared in his hand. The temperature in the surroundings, which had plummeted due to Yan Bing, instantly caused the ice crystals around to melt and rise as steam the moment Yang Hao's blade appeared.

"Zhao Xing! Have you gone mad? If you want to die, go die alongside Xia Yuan! Why are you dragging us into it?" Wei Zhongliang immediately stood up and roared at Zhao Xing in anger.

Therefore, taking advantage of this opportunity, he would hold on for as long as he could. Suddenly, the calm pool water became restless again. Pure Xuan Power crazily condensed behind Yang Hao, forming a terrifying vortex.

Turning over the corpse of the figure in yellow robes, and after clearly seeing the face of the dead figure in yellow robes, Ye Yi could not help but murmur softly.

.. Go, I won't play. Please dial and drink with me at five-thirty. I see you want to take a week off, but your wallet won't allow it. Truly nothing.

This person named Chen Se is the weapon spirit of the Venerable One. No one knows on which day it gained sentience; it is simply lawless.

However, without this spirit, he was no longer the familiar biological father that Wen Ying knew. Stubbornness and concern for face were sometimes flaws, and sometimes advantages.

"Wow. This photo was taken so clearly." Jiang Shanshan called out excitedly. "I'll immediately find someone to leak these photos."

The new concubine from the Nian family was tender and gentle, and the Nian family behind her could provide the Fourth Master with immense help. Such a beauty not being favored would be against all reason.

As the saying goes, serving the ruler is like serving a tiger. When the ruler is angered, Zhao, as a servant, could only stroke the tiger's fur in the direction it grows, following him in strongly condemning Xu Tian.

Lin Xianyu sighed silently. She had simply played the zither to relieve her boredom. Being scolded by Noble Lady Guo was one thing, but how had she managed to attract the old man Yongzheng of this world as well?

Purple lightning bolts constantly darted through the clouds. Within a few short seconds, countless lightning bolts appeared in the sky, carrying a purple glow, looking quite shocking.

"Then last night..." Mei Zhi originally wanted to ask if last night was just a dream of yours, but she feared that if she said so, Guo Peirong would lose her temper again.

The City Hall had been running around and pleading during this period, but the donations received were extremely limited, far insufficient to deal with these situations.

Li Chungang, re-entering the Heavenly Phenomenon, swung eighty-one swords on the cliff. Looking at a single sword, it was not a particularly exquisite sword technique, but everyone present was a master of the First Grade realm, so they could naturally perceive the mysterious flow of qi and mechanism between those eighty-one swords.

Plus, when they were in the club yesterday, he had already told the other party that he would come today to gather materials.