Chapter 821: Only a Fool Calls Himself Incompetent After Failing

You’re a complete scumbag.

You turn on people the moment you’re full, is that it?

What about the people waiting for you at home? Didn’t you just swear you’d reject me?

She knows everything—what’s so surprising?

That’s why I say you’re a complete scumbag.

Gao Yuanyuan, lazily sprawled on the bed under the covers, kicked the man beside her—who was drinking water—right in the ass, sending him stumbling from beside the bedside table.

A few rational people, seeing this, couldn’t help but think: right now, if Shangguan Xiu doesn’t pay up or save his uncle, he and his family will be branded heartless by these people.

The Tiger-Wolf Captain learned his lesson: after being blown up once, he stopped paying attention to Qin Ruixi, leaving the latter somewhat baffled.

People change—they become unrecognizable, monstrous. Su Munan today is the best proof of this.

Yu Jinglan’s phoenix eyes stirred slightly; a faint smile lingered on her crimson lips—subtle, yet carrying a depth and reverence no one else could understand.

Against the backlight, he stepped forward one by one from the passage entrance, tall and straight; his military cap obscured his refined brows and eyes, making his gaze unreadable, leaving only his flawless, coldly handsome face unchanged.

They must be people without spiritual aptitude—this point, Li Ling and Shen Lang now fully agreed on.

They still weren’t sure if the mole was in Jack’s team, so they couldn’t warn him; thus, for now, it was better not to follow Jack and his group.

Long Ziyang didn’t refuse Su Su’s apology—so why was she wearing such an expression?

“The Prince’s wounds are on his back; his legs aren’t crippled—he won’t be eating and drinking in bed.” He was a soldier; flesh wounds were common, but if he had to take meals in bed, what difference would he be from a useless wreck?

In fact, not just in the Nether Prison, but across all four nations, physicians were scarce. Those who traveled among the common folk were even rarer.

“Brother, I’m not in the mood to joke around—just tell me what you want.” Liu Wanyong spoke weakly.

“Yes, the Navy’s demands cannot be ignored. True, our relations with the Navy are strained. But the Navy is a vital force of the Empire. Without it, we’d be trapped on our homeland. A powerful Navy is indispensable!” said Yamagata Arimasa.

Just after ending his call with Mitty Lambe, Ling Zhou received video call requests from Dani, Hess, Teres, and others.

Dai Ze looked up at Ren Jiao and was surprised to find her standing right outside the door, having heard everything he said. That was fine—it saved everyone from tiptoeing around, too shy to speak their minds, suffocating inside.

Zhou Yun and Xia Yi both wore white lab coats; as soon as they entered the lab, many students glanced at Zhou Yun and couldn’t help smiling.

“Alright, alright, Mr. Yuan—just tell me when the update will come. Or…” Mr. Tesla suddenly looked as if he’d just had an epiphany.

This prince hailed from the ancient Kingdom of Gude in southern Europe, a constitutional monarchy whose royal family’s domestic influence paled far beyond that of the Lanling Royal Family.

It looked too bloody—Mu Li, though stationed in the military, still couldn’t bear to see blood.

“Haozi, stop smoking!” Xiao Luofan snatched the cigarette from his hand, crushed it underfoot. The air still held a faint scent of tobacco—and Haozi’s sigh.

So rain in New York isn’t unusual; what’s unusual is an inexplicable downpour suddenly hitting at the end of April, when rain is rare.

Inoue Orihime froze for a moment, then grew flustered, glancing left and right, until finally her gaze settled on Ishida Ryūken.