Chapter 75: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

Lin Yi's idea was grand, but reality was harsh; he browsed Twitter in a circle, then ran over to Facebook to stroll around, yet never saw anyone jump out to claim they were the ones who did it.

He thought about it and could understand why these people hadn't jumped out.

That was two reinforced companies, 300-person reinforced companies, and two of them at that.

Wiped out as a group.

Besides that, several other outposts also suffered casualties, though the numbers couldn't compare to

Ni Lingge's voice was like sweet spring and fine wine, speaking slowly, as if she were telling him everything she hadn't said to Qing Rong before.

They were all very curious about where this Lei Chen came from, daring to order the execution of Chen Zian.

After being fully equipped, Yang Guoxia led the way himself under the cover of a row of riot shields as they advanced up the mountain, while his capable assistant Tong Qing stayed behind to guard the retreat route down the mountain.

Meng Qi panicked; he couldn't believe Nirvana was just gone like that, he couldn't believe no one survived, and he even more couldn't believe Nami had died because of this battle.

Their strength made other races feel deep apprehension, and the final result was that the Tianyou Clan brought unknown fear upon itself and was ultimately exiled to the Lower Yuzhou, never to return to the Upper Yuzhou again!

The atmosphere instantly fell silent; everyone furrowed their brows—this was indeed a troublesome matter.

"Hmph, I, Zhang Dingshou, am no pushover. That Chu-surnamed fellow wants to scheme against me? He doesn't have the ability." Zhang Dingshou glanced sideways at the Chu-surnamed official far across.

So, to save face, the enemy leader made a difficult decision: he would send out a death squad to follow the traces discovered by that tracking expert, find the Dinghai Gate assault team, and wipe them out to save face—losing troops before the battle even began was simply a great disgrace.

Killing cries shook the heavens; these ordinary warriors, though fierce, simply could not compare to cultivators, and with the difference in cultivation, they could hardly resist at all before being slaughtered.

Qing Rong endured the needle-like stabbing pain on her head, dragging her slightly heavy footsteps to the door.

I have no feelings for Zhao Jiaxue, but I don't dislike her either; after all, she did help me quite a bit, and besides sleeping with me, she never forced me to do anything.

In a short while, Zhou Yang finished practicing all the incantations, while the fat man kept rolling on the ground.

Anti revenge—this kind of thing isn't new in the Korean entertainment industry at all. There were previous incidents of drugging artists' drinks and deliberately rear-ending cars on the highway, and it seemed they all came to nothing in the end.

Thinking this, Zhou Yang looked at the scrap iron in his hand; he was certain this scrap iron wasn't from Earth, nor was it an ordinary meteorite, but a kind of processed steel.

Actually, Li Gang and the others were wrong; the Phantom Death God appearing here wasn't for Wen Tingting—he was originally targeting Li Gang.

"Young Master Xiao, doing this is like letting the tiger return to the mountain. He saw what happened today and will surely tell others; by then we might be in trouble!!" Long Ju suddenly came to Lin Xiao's side and said coldly to Lin Xiao.

"Doesn't look good? Needs to be washed off?" Obviously Liu Drink'er was reluctant; still, that sentence—this was her first time wearing makeup.

When they arrived, everyone squeezed into the van, and Lao Wan took out vacuum-packed dried beef from a large mountaineering bag to share with us.

Perhaps the oaths of ordinary people aren't effective, but those with cultivation can communicate with the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, so this isn't something to joke about—this thing is indeed effective.

That's right, Du Ke didn't die; when Ming Quan found him, he was hiding in a gap under some ruins. He was lucky too—at least no missile landed directly on his head. After all, this dense bombing wasn't missiles falling one by one; it was just that their effective attack ranges connected with each other.