Chapter 149: 145. Swiping Face

Bi Sheng implemented new policies in the company, and his actions moved swiftly.

As he told investors, Letao. om was only conducting internal testing for footwear; now shifting focus was the time with minimal loss and easiest transition, and even the supply chain preparations already made could continue.

However, the negotiations with footwear brands changed in content.

Before, it was, "Boss, we'll sell your shoes, and you give us a cut."

Now, it's, "Boss,

The true qi in his hand slowly condensed into a faint, spherical ball, which spun continuously in his palm, like a child's toy, tossed from left hand to right, then back again.

She had no sense of direction at all, nor did she know where this official road led. That single glance had merely been to check if anyone was on the road; once on it, she was desperate to escape Yan Rumei and paid no attention to which way she was heading.

"This license plate is unusual—take a look." Xi Li immediately called out to the four gunmen.

Duan Mo listened closely; there was no sound around him. He angrily slung his rifle over his back and headed straight for the safe zone.

As for Ye Beichen, he was lighting a cigarette, scrolling through Weibo, and listening to the live stream.

This was the result of the terrifying soul power overflowing; no matter how strong his physical body, if his soul could not contain it, it meant nothing.

Because Xuan Yuanshi forcibly broke into the Ying Prince's mansion and drew blood from the Ying Prince, the Emperor nearly fainted from rage, and upon waking, his headache grew even worse.

Three thousand yuan was exchanged for thirty chips worth one hundred each: ten given to Tang Shi, ten to Lin Hao, and the remaining ten kept by Xu Wei.

There was no terrifying impact, no screams as Zha Zha Hui had expected, no body of Duan Mo flying through the air—only a gust of wind from the Jeep, lifting Duan Mo's trench coat.

Upon hearing this, the old matriarch, sect master, and senior elders of Tian Gu Sect all grew cold-eyed.

"You can get me inside?" Lin Feiyu's face lit up with surprise; he couldn't reach Chen Yue either and had no idea where Chen Yue had gone.

During this time, due to the Purple Gold Imperial Clan's reappearance, countless strong cultivators filled Gan Feng City; those at the Ming Hun realm were nothing but ants, and even those at the Yuan Ling realm were as numerous as insects.

It was merely a formality; as long as the two children could live happily, Hua Chunxue felt at ease.

But how hard had he worked? He had merely stood still, relying on his father's so-called success, growing ever more self-satisfied, arrogant, and lost.

"You mean here, they'll kill us with poison or black magic, and until we die, we're free to move about with no one watching?" Yang Ling blurted out.

"Give them these pills—they won't wake for three days." Luo Hao crushed five herbs into five pills, a crude form of the Sleeping Pill.

From her attire and her vehicle, one could roughly guess her personality.

No wonder—the demonic Daoist stored dark energy in the cave, because he was constantly thinking of killing witnesses, terrified his dual cultivation of Demon and Asura paths would be exposed and draw annihilation from the orthodox sects.

The next morning. Su Han awoke from a drowsy sleep. She stretched, opened her bleary eyes, and saw the bright sunlight outside; her mood finally lifted a little.

A larger patterned leopard entered his shooting range. He drew his bow and shot an arrow at it; the leopard collapsed instantly, letting out a mournful howl while convulsing. Xu Dong feared damaging its pelt, so he didn't fire another shot, preparing to kill it barehanded with his fists.