Chapter 148: 144 A New Strategy

Bi Sheng slept well again in Shanghai, then rushed back to Beijing the next day to convene a company meeting to discuss a complete strategic shift.

When he opened this meeting, everyone present exchanged bewildered glances.

Why did the boss change his approach after just one trip to Shanghai?

Can business direction really be switched so easily?

Uh, well, we did switch before too.

But this time…

"Boss Bi, we're not

Even though the outcome of the previous exchange was clear, it isn't the final result—the true outcome can only be the death of one of them.

When two brothers meet, it's the elder who sends men to drag the younger one over, treating him with such brutality—how can this still be called a not-so-bad relationship?

"I didn't realize you'd suffered so much," Qiao Junyao softly sat up, her gaze toward Su Yan softening with pity; for some reason, hearing his story stirred a pang of sorrow in her heart.

The protective spiritual Gang kept the lava firmly at bay, but all that met the eye was a sea of red molten rock—this was when the advantage of a strong spiritual sense became evident.

To San Bao's great disappointment, the space held none of the precious items he'd expected from Shi Liu—only a single sheet of paper and one hair.

One truly shouldn't be too arrogant: yesterday I felt guilty for deceiving and manipulating them, yet today I realized that if I continued like this, I'd be the one to lose—completely, utterly, losing both body and heart, becoming the biggest joke in the harem, while they merely brushed their sleeves clean, not a speck of dust clinging to them.

Nalan Xue rarely sneered; those who provoked her sneer rarely met a good end—like the monarch of Sishui Kingdom, or the emperor of Yi Kingdom.

Not long after, another snow creature burst forth from the nearby coniferous forest, its thick fur bristling as it charged forward with howls—this one seemed different from the previous few.

After stepping outside, I immediately hailed a taxi; Murong Shanshan's place wasn't far from ours—just a fifteen-minute walk—but I was starving and had no energy left for walking.

Sun Shao, Sun Yu, and other members of the Sun clan hurried to Sun Quan's side; even without troops, they came alone, determined to unite their entire family for this final battle.

Her spare rooms were few, most piled high with belongings—there was simply no space for Ye Haochuan to sleep.

The official waved his hand, and a dozen sword beams shot toward me; I gripped my longsword and blocked again. This white bracelet, Chu Yaqi and Zhong Ling had named "Thousand Illusions." I slashed through all dozens of sword beams, then charged toward the official with the sword formed by Thousand Illusions.

"I'm treating the teachers to dinner—what are you doing? And answer my question," I said, frowning, my tone growing cold.

At this moment, one cultivator had advanced to the top four, and one demonic cultivator had also reached the top four.

"Crack…" A terrifying sword explosion echoed through the air as a colossal sword qi split from the heavens toward Lin Yi.

Ight's pupils contracted slightly; he couldn't deny that Shi Muting was right—many matters were beyond even Xie Jinming's authority, requiring his personal handling—but hearing this truth spoken by Shi Muting still left him unsettled.

In the instant she closed her eyes, overwhelming guilt rose toward Ye Haochuan, yet she had no way to express her apology to him face to face.

Although the current situation seemed unrelated to Lin Ya's words, for Chu Li Zhi, as long as there was the slightest possibility, she would not give up.

Murong Detao returned to his tribe; though saddened that he had slain his sister Murong Lan, his sorrow soon turned to joy—for today he had obtained the Mandarin Duck Bronze Lock. Back in the tribe, he threw a grand feast to celebrate his acquisition of the Mandarin Duck Bronze Lock.