Chapter 850: Zhou Yi Is Humble, Courteous, and Kind

"By the way, Yanzi, what’s this Zhou Yi like?"

"He’s great! Sister, don’t believe what you see in the news—he seems to be cursing everyone and everything, but that’s just media exaggeration. In person, he’s actually really fun and knows exactly how to handle things. Saying he’s warm, humble, and courteous isn’t an exaggeration at all…"

The next day, at the Sun family’s breakfast table.

Sun Yanzi, woken at over ten by her mother tugging her ear out of bed, ate

Seeing the way Feng Lang and Afang acted, many from Wujiabao assumed there was something romantic between them, their faces twisting into lewd grins.

"Is it true that Li Tianguang, the finance director of the rolling mill, secretly embezzled 700,000 from company funds?" He spoke of Li Tianguang, but his eyes locked onto Zhang Haijun, the plant’s general manager.

Seeing this treacherous terrain, everyone exhaled in relief. With such a natural barrier, only a few defenders could hold off a large force—now they no longer feared pursuit from behind.

What happens when a sharp demon-headed blade meets a neck? Lu Yu finally found out. A flash of blade, a head fell, blood sprayed. Twenty-odd lives vanished with a single swing. Though he knew these men deserved death, Lu Yu still couldn’t help but sigh.

"Soojung, it’s Zi Yi oppa! It’s Zi Yi oppa! Am I dreaming?" Choe Sullye, who had just been hiding nervously behind Jeong Soojung, shook her violently, jostling the stunned Soojung who stood frozen in front of her.

Hawk Aura: Increases effective range of ranged weapons by 2 meters. Cannot be activated simultaneously with similar auras.

The profession name “Militia” sounds ordinary, but its traits seem impressive at first glance—almost like a jack-of-all-trades. Yet games demand balance: being all-around means being mediocre. Such “all-round” professions have no obvious weaknesses, but excel in nothing.

Looking at Zifu, Michael was stunned beyond words—he could not imagine Zifu possessed such immense power. Without a single movement, merely the force from her gaze sought to imprison him in empty space.

Of course, the main body of these two groups consisted of mid- to senior-level technicians, engineers across various fields, research experts, and engineering and business management personnel—not ordinary manufacturing workers.

Some said they were hideously ugly, terrifying giants with fiery tempers; others claimed they were slender, scholarly-looking men; even more astonishingly, some insisted they were stunningly beautiful, seductive women.

When the palanquin was lifted by many hands, such political rhetoric was something Shiharayuki, once a top-class investigator and now one of the Empire’s Ten Generals, disliked but mastered well.

At dawn, as the first rays of sun broke through, several members of the Hundred Families received a special invitation from Tian An to enter the palace—to forge a divine weapon unmatched in all the world.

"Is that the Gofukado Imperial Pillar Tower ahead?" The man pulled back his cloak and asked gently of the person who had just shouted at him.

"By the way, Shuyu, how is Uncle Wei now?" Li Shen asked. It had been months—no one knew how Wei Zheng was faring. According to history, he should have died this year. If his life were spared, history would be utterly altered.

From memories in his mind, he recalled that long ago he had been able to enter this place. Though the deity before him was cold and distant, he had always tolerated the thief’s free meals and drinks.

Just around this bend, a flat stretch of ground would appear beneath the sheer cliff face, as if cleaved by an axe.

"Thank you for your help—it’s been a tremendous relief." He still called him Isanasha, and smiled as he extended his hand forward.