Chapter 250

“Xing Ge, you’re so relaxed, but I feel like I can barely breathe.”

Song Yufeng, visiting the supervisory office for the second time, saw Yu Xing’s smile and couldn’t help speaking up.

“Hmm, it’s fine. If worse comes to worst, I’ll take you up to the fourth floor—things are about to start there.” Yu Xing was thinking about WeChat matters; he didn’t dismiss this interaction with superiors, but he didn’t think it was life-or-death.

“Hey, Xing Ge, aren’t we going up—”

He slowly picked up the long staff forged from red crystal; the team display read: “Your team has obtained the Staff of Resurrection.”

If not for domestic automakers like Chery and Geely, who independently developed engine design and manufacturing technology, this lie might have lasted much longer.

Like their knees had been struck by an iron mallet, the senior figures shot up instantly, terrified that any delay might offend this heavenly demon.

Zhang Chunyang steadied his emotions, unclenched his tightly balled fists, and said, “No need, Uncle Niu, I can find it myself—go about your business.” His words were polite, but in his heart he had cursed the man’s mother a thousand times; thinking of his father’s illness, this rugged man nearly wept.

Naturally, the fact that such an odd hunting method allowed it to survive—and thrive—demonstrated the immense power of the Yubinal’s nose.

Chen Xi, as agreed, ended Donald’s life painlessly with a metal spike, then extracted his eyeball, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and walked toward the main control panel.

“Of course—like you’re rebelling against the Federation, attacking the command center, trying to seize control of the ship,” said an officer with the highest rank of Major, sneering.

“Next time. Right now, priorities: scout their lair, see what’s going on.” The man spun his strange hammer and prepared to fly toward the island nation.

After several consecutive nights of waiting, they still hadn’t caught the peach thief, leaving Liu Peng and his team exhausted; tonight, as usual, they kept watch on the mountain.

“Chu Kui, after you put down the tea, please close the door,” Fusheng said lightly, not directly addressing Chu Kui’s complaints. Chu Kui understood Fusheng’s meaning; her sharp eyes flickered twice, she glared at Fusheng, then her body fluttered out of the private room like a dancing butterfly.

The second point: the difference between a star with no makeup and one with makeup is enormous—some stars look like two different people before and after makeup.

This July was, without doubt, a racing July for Qin Ming—a July of dreams fulfilled.

The first page listed shot times and character positions in far greater detail than any storyboard he’d seen before.

Old Martin never expected Xu Le to handle it this way—he actually agreed to everything? Who manages employees like this?

A colossal wave crashed down; Lou Feng closed his eyes, his expression softening—as if in surrender, a faint light seemed to glow above his head.

“I’ll go first! This might be my last shot, Mr. Bruce, you don’t mind, right?” I said.

But now that Gu Yan had found him, he sighed in relief—so long as Gu Yan knew where he was, it didn’t matter if these people tried to block him; just get it over with quickly, then Mo Xiangyan could go home with Gu Yan.

“I’ll spare you—if each of you gives me one Divine Stone. Hand over one Divine Stone, and I’ll spare one of you.” Ye Luo spoke slowly, each word deliberate.

“Enough. Don’t say that again—only say it here. The Master’s affairs are none of our business to speculate on!” Cheng He clasped Cheng Yi’s shoulder.

Lei Wang and Hulk had already leapt from the warship; Lei Wang thrust his Heaven-Defying Halberd, and countless bolts of lightning spontaneously formed, sweeping down to meet the falling meteorites.