Chapter 118: 115 Returning Home

At the noon meal on the twenty-eighth, some were cheerful, others sullen.

No one wanted to speak to the sullen one; the only person who wanted to approach him, Yu Xing, feared that the more he talked to him, the more he’d sink into gloom, so he instead chatted warmly with his mistress and visited the sleeping little junior sister.

“Yu Xing, you—oh, what are your plans for the future?” Yan Lirong asked with a smile, sensing the meal was nearly over.

“What plans? Earn more money, the company—”

“We truly know we’re wrong, please spare us!” Even in agony, the bald man didn’t forget to beg.

Lin Qianxue tried to pull away, but Mu Tingxiao’s body pinned her down tightly, leaving her no escape.

The main reason he hadn’t acted yet was that he wanted to understand who these people were and why they were trying to seize these resources.

“Xuanji, you don’t really intend to kill the Ken family, do you?” Li Xuanwu asked in disbelief.

Li Haozhe still saw the image of her scarred arm, the torn fabric of her clothes; hearing her say she was fine, an unbidden fire blazed in his chest.

This fight had no suspense whatsoever—even if a hundred more came, they’d still be crushed.

Within three days, every leader of the Yimude armed group, from top to bottom, was beheaded and hung along the roadside; any passerby could see them.

The two men locked in fierce combat froze upon seeing Hua Ruyu appear suddenly, halting their actions.

At Elder Wan’s home, the decor was all retro, giving the feeling of stepping back into the past.

“New Officer Xia, come meet your future colleagues, get acquainted.” The director clapped his hands.

Earlier in the office, Ji Fulei had been crying to Arthur, swearing she’d never speak to him again.

Otherwise, if faith is lost, who will remember the world’s history? Who will remember the horror of war? Who will guide the new generation of heroes out of confusion when the world is overturned?

“Princess DanYang is merely curious; I hope Princess Xuan won’t take offense,” said Prince Rui’s wife, stepping forward to explain.

Da Bao spoke of how Lin Yinuo and the others were going, but hearing such a tone, they must conclude they wouldn’t say such things again.

“Why are you avoiding me?” the Divine Sovereign said coldly; he’d always had an inflated sense of self and never thought he had anything to hide! Of course, given his extreme, deranged state, logic didn’t apply, did it?

“Hahaha… That was so satisfying! We made more money!” Wu Bao exclaimed happily.

“Yan Xue! You’re heartless—classic case of valuing romance over friendship!” Ling Binghan pointed at Yan Xue, accusing her; Yan Xue, heartbroken, enlarged the photo, studying the injuries on the person in it—yet this moment was captured too, with the headline: “Lord Ling Forces Yan Xue to Break Up.”

To be honest, whether or not annihilation happens, she didn’t truly care—but is this really acceptable? Must her master repeat this fate again?

His entire body was suddenly bathed in a faint pink glow, and as the pink in Elisa’s pupils deepened, the air filled with a subtle sweetness, the atmosphere turning sensual—yet Elisa’s next move instantly shattered this tender mood.

“What are you doing?” Hearing his stiff tone and seeing him unfasten his belt, Hua Xuanji hastily stepped back, wary; yet her earlobes involuntarily flushed pink.

Called the Crown Prince’s Mansion, it was in fact the former Second Prince’s residence, merely renamed; everything here remained just as familiar.

Aunt Lin politely asked me once more, and when she saw I insisted on not going, she said nothing—but Ji Manrou was ecstatic.