Chapter 320: 073 Wolf Dog

In the hotel conference room, Fu Yunliang and Zhuang Guanlin had both grown quiet.

They had originally been excited—one had never before recruited a executive of this level, the other had only been a mid-level manager at BMW, and both had held Thomas, who handled automotive safety at Volvo, in high regard…

In short, they’d both had filters.

Now, seeing Thomas immediately bring up money, and watching him and the boss both smiling while rubbing their fingers together, the filters shattered.

Ma Hanyi smiled faintly and immediately asked everyone to look at the large screen, where a surveillance video appeared—footage of Ye Yifan previously drinking Ma Weilong and lifting two dumbbells at once.

“Half-blood bastard, if you don’t want your eyes, donate them,” teammate Anna cursed, tossing a healing potion that missed its target—Xie Baoping, caught off guard, got hit.

After arriving in Shenzhou from the Martial Realm, they encountered many strange things, learned how to operate them, and often wandered the streets.

I’ve encountered this before—I know the yellow pelt spirit wants to swap lives with me; I understand it in my heart, but my body won’t obey.

As one soldier dropped his weapon, another followed, then another, until all raised their hands in surrender.

After speaking, the two had no intention of staying longer; Zhong Wan hugged the statue to her chest and walked out with Chen Jingshu.

“Then I’m off!” Sister Zhang said, stepping out to buy groceries. As she left, she reminded Wan’er: “Rest in bed a bit—I’ll be right back.” Then she closed the door behind her.

It seemed the recent killing of a Water Lion Ghost by Zhao Sanman and the others had put them on guard.

In the lobby of the office building, two wandering zombies were casually dispatched by Lin Feng and Liu Yue.

No, I can’t think like that. He’d considered making Jiang Mo act as bait to lure Jia Xiang away, but it was impossible—Jiang Mo stood no chance alone against Jia Xiang; the outcome would only be suicide. You can want to act, but you must communicate—you need your teammates to keep up the damage, or it’s just sending them to die; no matter how brilliant your plan, it’s worthless.

Yun Xi knew what he was worth; she slowly drank half a bowl of soup, finally feeling warm, then lifted her head and gave him a smile.

It was early spring; the weather had warmed, all things revived. Dong Zhuo, having enjoyed long peace, sought to display his military might and began a grand “inspection tour” with the Son of Heaven.

As for the corpses of the soldiers ahead, there was no way to carry them now—many of the survivors were wounded, and evacuating them would take time.

The proud man, for some reason, immediately grabbed Yun Xi’s sleeve as soon as he got in the car, pressing his cold hand against her waist—she shrieked, instinctively shrinking away.

Luo Jiang figured Guo Zhendong must’ve been kind-hearted, dragging Mu Yijing and the others in as nominal bosses.

With this, even if Pang Tong possessed unparalleled wisdom, Su Zhe could no longer take her to the front lines—he told her to rest safely in Luoyang and nurture her pregnancy.

The moment the door opened, Yun Huang’s words died in her throat; her beautiful peach-blossom eyes fixed tightly on the figure before her.

The living room was silent. She sat dazed for a while, checked the time, guessed her best friend far away must be in class, wondered if it was convenient to disturb—after hesitation, she dragged the landline beside the sofa and dialed Ji Manrou’s number.

She and Ling Ge had been together so long; she trusted he would never let her lose face before the media.

Gu Qingfeng, snapping out of his panic, instantly assumed the role of a worried grandfather—completely different from his earlier resolute demeanor.

Xue Shisan had no time to ask Yinshui Datianzun about the divine tiger’s methods; he wanted to track it, but had no idea where to begin.

For all these years, Yu Defu had thrived in the imperial palace and bought a grand mansion in the capital solely due to the Emperor’s favor—without the Emperor, he had no good days. Now, seeing the Emperor spit blood and refusing to summon the imperial physician, he panicked.