Chapter 134

One sentence spoken, and all present were stunned.

Zhang Suyang: Drank it?

Xu Xin: Smoked it?

Zhou Yinghua: Crazy… crazy?

We’re still negotiating funding with a startup, haggling over terms, and you, a senior institutional investor, walk in and slam the deal shut—suddenly the startup’s founder’s psychological ceiling is hit!

Yu Xing was both startled and puzzled—what does this mean? This renowned investor walked in and instantly overruled everyone in his own camp?

He knew full well that Liu Jun might still be inside the palace and wouldn’t return so early, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about him.

The livestream banner displayed in bold letters: “Buy a Mercedes-Benz and Get a Seven-Day Guided Treasure Hunt with the Streamer.”

The only departments Zong Tuozai can now join are: the Criminal Affairs Division, the Public Safety Division, and the Organized Crime Response Division—three of the Metropolitan Police Bureau’s most powerful units.

At the same time, vast quantities of spiritual mist rose from the swamp, completely enveloping the area and obscuring Yin Ruoxi and Li Xian’s figures.

Zhang Zhenglu sat firmly on his seat, watching the people below—none of them could offer useful advice, yet they kept chattering uselessly; he lost patience and found an excuse to dismiss them all.

“You’ll find out at the ball,” Tifa didn’t tell Ron; she wanted to see his expression when he discovered Hermione dancing with Viktor Krum—it would surely be hilarious, maybe even worth photographing with Colin Creevey.

Ren Dalong remained calm under pressure; after all, he had entered the beginner stage of Zombie Fist cultivation and was no longer ordinary.

“Not necessarily. Snape won’t miss this chance, and Professor McGonagall is so rigid—she might even agree with Snape’s idea,” Ron also analyzed.

When Zhang Zhenglu spoke these words, his face was dark; even the author could tell his expression was grim, his knuckles white from gripping the teacup.

In the largest dining hall of the Xu family, a massive table was laden with rare delicacies, and every direct member of the Xu clan had gathered there.

The entire body of water was burning—an unimaginable scene that surpassed their understanding; many ignorant soldiers and laborers had already knelt on the ground, bowing repeatedly. The Nan Zhao people revered fire; they believed such a massive blaze could not be man-made—it must be a divine manifestation.

“Evil aura? This is an evil formation?” Shi Feng recognized the external presence, his expression changing drastically—such things were avoided even by Nascent Soul cultivators; even if one didn’t care about dying, they would still corrupt magic treasures or even the physical body.

Then, a divine longsword appeared in his hand; his primordial energy surged, and the sword slashed through the air, tracing a mysterious path—immediately, Lin Shuo felt his attack miss its target.

Unexpectedly, An Lushan showed no fear at all; instead, he pressed forward and even attacked He Ker. Now that Xiao Qubing had revealed his trump card, though he reversed the situation instantly, the aftermath is severe—but there’s still time to think of solutions and prepare in advance.

“Yes, well said. Before that, what was Korean Go like?” Zhao Linchang asked.

Although the sudden boost in spiritual power offered little direct help to his combat strength, it greatly enhanced his control over true qi; now, even if his magical energy weren’t sealed, he was confident he could forcibly suppress it for a time using his sheer spiritual dominance.

“Lord, I’m afraid we can’t win over Xing Qiang and his group…” But the boss sighed faintly: “Because the direction they’re heading is Nanzhou Jizhou… they’re likely joining either the Northern Cartel or the Southern Cartel.” The boss was also helpless.

Far off, Lin Shuo saw Zhu the Fat squatting, seemingly rummaging inside the cave.