Chapter 153: 149 Brothers at War

The issue of the rib dish had been brewing internally at Baixiaosheng for a long time.

That informant had been hesitating, waiting for the company's latest benefits.

This uncertainty once prompted Lu Haiying and Zhong Zhiling to suggest: if the informant won't step forward, the website should just release the rib inspection report outright—there's no telling how long this will drag on.

Yu Xing approved this suggestion.

Ultimately, since Baixiaosheng acquired three corporate entities

Jin Manyue shook her head, glancing at Xiang Yao, then at Dongfang, who showed no interest in the topic, and let out a bitter smile.

"You haven't even started class yet? Where are you going?!" Teacher Wang called out from behind him.

How coincidental—it seems leaving the palace will require more planning. Qin Lin wasn't in the palace; no wonder I didn't see him.

Next, we truly witnessed the blacksmith's true skill: his two hands turned ice-blue, the temperature of the general store plummeted instantly, a cluster of ice flame appeared in his palm, and with a light touch, the flame settled onto the staff blank.

Guo An'an broke out in goosebumps during Mao Li's sudden declaration of love; she had no idea what was wrong with her today—why the sudden intensity? Could she possibly think anyone coming to the epidemic zone was at risk of death? She should've been given basic knowledge about the novel coronavirus earlier.

In Shen Feng's view, the tea brand truly worth emulating was Zhuyeqing: after complex processing, the tea reached 3% moisture content, allowing the leaves to stand upright, float, and sink upon steeping.

They had to change their attack coordinates—after all, that coordinate wasn't far from the Crown of Brilliance.

The difficulty lay in high losses during transport and storage, massive cold-chain investment, and unstable quality. The giants above seemed to have perfected their model—but had they truly improved the efficiency of fresh produce transactions?

"Bro, your apple juice is great! Next time, take me along to pick fruit—you must be really good at choosing!" Xiang Yao smiled, eyes half-closed in pleasure, savoring the sweet, rich flavor.

"When did it happen? Who did this to him?" Mu Yunqing forcibly suppressed her pain, but this time she couldn't control it—a gush of blood spurted from her mouth.

Following the sound, they saw that near a nearby restaurant, someone seemed to be arguing.

When Jiang Rumei first shoved Aunt Fang, her harsh tone toward the girl was understandable under the circumstances—perhaps she feared being left behind—but by afternoon, she hadn't shown up at the hospital, hadn't even asked after Aunt Fang once—that was a character flaw.

She always felt Shen Yuling seemed off; every time she looked at her, her gaze was sharp, her words always barbed, as if she owed Shen Yuling something.

Perhaps the mass deaths of his kin drove him mad, or perhaps his mind was already unstable after fusing with a strong rule.

A faint fragrance, like the scent of hormones, made Hu Wanli's unfocused eyes flicker with yellow sparks.

But they could not tolerate any "flame" falling into mortal hands—because even for Olympus Corporation, the Abyss Darknet was an uncontrollable force.

There was no longer any way to keep this hidden from Gu Jingcheng; with her status, she couldn't go to the magistrate's office at this hour—she needed Gu Jingcheng to intervene.

"If your unbelievable theories are true, then to verify them, we need to turn the other party into a paralytic."

When they emerged from the temple's forest, they were in a dreadful state; Gu Ci and Rong Li were dragged out barely alive, their mouths and noses clogged with dirt, yet as soon as they surfaced, several cold barrels of guns were already pointed at them.