Chapter 143: 139 The Disciples

The recording of "Only You" featured covert clashes between Tang Jun and Yu Xing, but the former was clearly at a disadvantage.

The first job seeker did not accept the position just because of Hong Kong and Macau Communications' lit lamp; he didn't care about this boss's or that boss's background, nor about the onstage clashes—he was genuinely lost.

The four speaking bosses each offered different perspectives, and the more they spoke, the more confused he became.

So, Meng Haoyu still decided

On the Yanhuang platform, all cultivators had black lines on their heads; this Huaxia native Wang Taisheng was too fierce—directly cursing an ancient sage to his face—but some found it deeply satisfying.

Mountain Cat instantly lost power, frowning at Bu Tian, a sense of dread rising in his heart: "Boss, you're not seriously cutting everyone in the manor to one-tenth except me, right?" he asked, pulling at his eyelid.

The guerrillas who had arrived early at the ambush zone were hastily building their position, unaware that tonight's ambush was a trap. With barely a hundred men, ambushing so many Japanese troops would lead to predictable consequences.

The telegram was sent out overnight; the Fifth Theater's communications officer, upon receiving it, didn't bother waking Li Zongren, who had just fallen asleep. As Li Zongren's communications officer, he knew exactly what this telegram meant.

Zhang Yuan knew she couldn't hide it anymore, yet feared Yin Tianzheng would grow disgusted with her—unaware that her attempt to conceal the truth had already cooled Yin Tianzheng's heart toward her.

"Yes!" The guards shoved Li Chengqian down, stuffed his mouth, tied his limbs, scrambled about in a flurry, then carried him off in a flash.

"Fine, then I'll believe you one more time!" Ding Feng gritted his teeth and said harshly, then turned to look at Ye Menzhu, who was watching him with obvious hesitation.

After hearing the two conditions of the Hurricane King, the King of Light and the other three finally understood the Hurricane King's treacherous plan.

Baldy snapped to attention and saluted: "Yes, Captain! I'll go get Fatso right away." Then he spun around and dashed off.

Bu Tian carefully studied the characters on the jade tablet and roughly understood their meaning. What surprised him was that the leader of the Yin Ghost Hall was also a tragic soul—having turned grief into hatred, he insulted the demonic path and committed acts that horrified gods and men, yet still refused to repent, even dreaming of rebirth to rebuild his dominion.

Shengsheng was his lifelong pursuit and faith; he loved her more than himself, so he could never give her to Bai Shaoqing.

"I didn't! Stepfather, I don't have that kind of ability—let me go! I was wrong last time," Tang Yilian said, wiping her tears.

Ji Hua drank by the window, her fingertips weaving magic as she played with fallen petals in the courtyard; Wu Tong interrupted her, and with the magic withdrawn, a rain of plum blossoms fell.

The current segment was still the kissing segment; amid tense anticipation, Jiang Suisui escaped danger once again.

After a long while, the call was finally answered; she instinctively gripped her phone, had barely uttered "Lu" when a man's furious voice came from the other end.

Fireworks exploded in the night sky, Dichen flickered between light and dark; everyone looked up, their smiles blooming with the fireworks.

Liu Xixi spoke to Ya Ning, but her eyes, filled with tender affection, were fixed on Feng Cechen.

Five or six helicopters still hovered overhead, and over a dozen search dogs were deployed; this was a moment demanding every second, and no one dared relax—even slightly—since lives hung in the balance.

Old Li, frustrated and disappointed, told me to go outside; I washed my hands and slunk out.

All senior executives of the Lancelot Group appeared at this meeting, including several elders from the Lancelot family themselves, attending as family shareholders.

The others in the team also turned to look in confusion, but their years of torment had taught them silence; not one of them spoke.