Chapter 291: 046 The Escaped Yu (6k)

Yu Xing was busy fielding calls, communicating with agitated employees, and giving Ali a detailed rundown of WeChat.

During brief lulls, he glanced at Tencent’s stock price, saw it falling as expected, and relaxed.

Going long must succeed; going short must succeed too.

Only when the noise and commotion had faded did Yu Xing finally grasp the remaining thought: to succeed in shorting, going long must first succeed.

So that’s how it was… Su Yi finally understood what they meant by discussing a strategy before the “ultimatum”—they wanted her to cooperate with them.

This achievement should earn Zhou Jing a promotion to lieutenant colonel. Added to the fact that he’s already caught the eye of General Qi, his future promotions are assured. Even that five-million bounty pales next to the value of a powerful patron.

The blood of the Farnar Giant Insect possesses temperatures rivaling lava, for unlike most alien monsters, it sleeps beneath the molten rock.

Lei Ming clenched his fist, feeling the Nirvana Fire energy seep into his tendons and bones; his already supremely refined skeleton and meridians evolved once again, filling him with regret.

Meanwhile, Yuan Shao showed far more composure than the volatile Yuan Shu. He had never been foolish enough to declare himself emperor, and he wouldn’t be foolish enough to fly into a rage now. Assassination was always a long shot; assassinating the Cao family under the protection of the Spy Division was nearly impossible.

He handed the bowl toward Ouyan, tossing him a look that said, “You’re on your own.”

After Ye Nainai left, Ye Miao entered the room, determined to start treating Lu Shiyu well from now on.

Shangguan Ying came from Vietnam—what hadn’t she seen among refugees? She knew best that sometimes, “going to prison” was a release, and “death” wasn’t a bad end; only struggling to survive outside was true torment.

Some said Duan Weiqi’s wife was pitiful—she’d never received public recognition in all these years and had to endure her husband’s countless affairs.

Each of these cars, if driven out, would bring trouble; she didn’t want to be stared at the whole way.

Baxia’s body shuddered like a drunkard, then with a thunderous boom, crashed heavily into the lava, sending up a towering wave of molten rock.

Ling Bao’s expression sharpened—he’d been right; the mountain’s array patterns were indeed controlled by the Western Empress.

While Konoha and Suna fought, the other villages weren’t idle; history’s wheel kept rolling, crushing anything that dared stand in its way.

“Some truly died, while others survived at great cost,” Ling Bao didn’t spell it out, but that one sentence was enough.

These ice beads, like before, appeared and immediately plummeted toward the ground with even fiercer, more violent force.

“Worth it—totally worth it!” Wang Pangu didn’t say another word; this thing was worth more than gems. Glass burned to this state was an absolute masterpiece.

As the group entered the courtyard, an old man lying in a wicker chair, eyes closed, dozing off, came into view.

Others saw this too—especially Mo Luo and Dou Luo, who were close to Luo Kai—both felt their hearts sink.

Even if never used in combat, understanding the soul brought absolute benefits to himself.

The jade tablet must be obtained—that was Gu Fan’s bottom line. All other conditions were negotiable, but this core could not change.

After how long they’d tangled, the fire between them burned hotter and hotter; in the darkness, only their heavy, rapid breaths and thunderous heartbeats—boom, boom, boom, boom—pounded in chaotic rhythm. Before things spiraled beyond control, Sheng Jintian and Jinyi finally pulled apart.