Chapter 273

WeChat’s shareholders are still working.

Yu Xing appeared on CCTV thanks to IDG’s resource referral, citing the new development of grassroots entrepreneurs in the mobile internet era and using this phenomenon to observe the arrival of a new wave.

To CCTV, WeChat, focused on mobile internet, had become the country’s third-largest communication tool in under a year—this had value; and for an entrepreneur to stand at the forefront, challenging giants, was also widely popular—this too had value.

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Lu Peng didn’t even have time to open his communicator; his arm raised to fire the rifle dropped limp, and as his strength drained rapidly, Lu Peng gave one final smile—relieved—before the monstrous figure before him, glowing with ecstatic fervor.

His eyes instantly turned blood-red, his bones and sinews cracked loudly, his skin turned crimson in an instant; in a single flash, Xiu Qi appeared before the two foreign opponents in this form—their sudden transformation left even these two battle-hardened veterans frozen in place.

The two so-called experts, both in their fifties, nearly bald, wearing rimless glasses, spoke with slurred diction: “Mr. Lin, we’ve made a new discovery—this ship is probably not from the Yuan Dynasty; it’s even older.” One expert voiced his opinion.

“Submit to the Heavenly Emperor, willingly serve under his command. Miss, I urge you not to resist pointlessly.” As he spoke, the silver-armored general nearly pleaded. Though immortals sever the six desires and are no longer burdened by worldly matters, even immortals delight in gazing longer at beauty—and Yingluo was exceptionally beautiful.

I nodded. So that’s how it was. The organization’s missions were rare, which is why many members went over a decade without one. Everyone must long for the outside world.

“Your promise not to intervene must be kept,” Dian Lei said. “Breaking your word damages your reputation.”

But due to elemental suppression, Xiao Ni began showing symptoms—her liver fire surged drastically, her temper became unbearable; she’d scream and shout over the slightest frustration. Fortunately, she only acted this way in front of family—she still controlled herself at the college clinic.

Fang Mei knew exactly what the head nurse was like—she would never tolerate her subordinates defying her, so she was truly fired.

“Brother Bing, it’s bad! Chen Shasha, that bitch, really stole our money and ran off…” Wang Tao shouted over the phone.

Yet none of these were what made Feng Che feel uneasy when he learned the person he faced was He Bing.

Everyone else beside Long Du also wore expressions of wide-eyed, open-mouthed shock.

She stood there impassively, as if nothing in heaven or earth could catch her eye, as if countless lives—fate, death, mercy—lay entirely within her control.

Fen Yin had never seen Yun Zhen even once, yet he had already taken notice of her—and could not ignore her.

Zhao Muci could sense that Frank possessed an eagle-like judgment and reconnaissance ability—he could discern much from minute details, and his assessments were nearly always close to the truth.

After careful thought, the few who remained either had a closer relationship with her, or faced extreme family hardship, or had longer seniority than she did. The new hires with legal backgrounds, Grace would protect—but she mainly feared their lack of experience. Who to choose?

Now, the accompanying life force of the Burning Decree miraculously resolved Lin Feng’s problem! The Flame of Life is a green, divine-tier flame; with its power, Lin Feng could now maintain balance among the states of Heavenfire Three Transformations, Imprisoning Heaven Wind Technique, and Qimen Dunjia’s Seven Gates.

“I offer three hundred million.” A Heaven-grade martial artist called out first. Purple Heart Vine was fatally alluring to Heaven-grade martial artists, especially those on the brink of Primordial.