Chapter 32: The Old Man Still Acts Arrogant, So I Slap Him in the Face Right Then and There

"Young man, who exactly are you?"

Seeing all six of his subordinates knocked to the ground in less than a minute, Yan Ming could no longer sit still. A junior with such martial prowess clearly possessed a background not to be underestimated.

Zhao Chen looked at him with disdain and said calmly, "Since I came to Jade Street, I naturally came to do business in jade. I didn't expect to be extorted by your men. Tell me, how should this be handled?"

Yan Ming's eyes darted around. With a cheerful expression, he picked up his teacup and said, "Since you are also in the jade trade, I happen to have a few fine pieces here. As long as you can afford the price, I can let you have them."

"Forget it. You lack integrity in business; no matter how good the pieces are, I..."

During this time, Hua Tianxiang stopped by. She seemed somewhat restless and unsettled, insisting that Mo Langyue play a game of chess with her.

Later, the proprietress said, "How did you know you would find me here?" What did this mean? It implied that she was the Head Manager.

Once the sturdy shield capable of holding the front line was gone, no matter how agile Wen Xinlan was, her room for maneuver was gradually compressed, and it was estimated that she would be captured before long.

The massive fire burned for the entire night. By the time the firefighters arrived, the place had been reduced to ashes.

With a swift move, he pinned her beneath him, thrusting his hips to let her feel his excitement. Cheng Lingzhi’s face flushed red, and she pushed him away.

"Grand-uncle?" Zi Yi also looked shocked, then knelt before the burning blood-corpse and kowtowed several times.

With a click, the mechanism engaged, pinning Tianming to the chair. Tianming was actually quite delighted; such a mechanical chair, aside from the Mo School, could only be crafted by the Gongshu family.

With this incident, those old fogies in the Cao family would no longer dare to give him a hard time.

"Your father and husband were once deserters. Did you know that?" Qiu Feng pressed.

Lan Shuang wanted to pat his shoulder again, but her wrist was caught, leaving her hand hanging in the air.

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Other miscellaneous items added up to a value of twenty or thirty thousand spirit stones.

To use a classical allusion, the Eastern Han wine shops were "selling wine by the stove," meaning they sold directly to the street. This included terms like taverns and wine towers, with the primary business being brewing and selling wine.

Coroner Zuo took his leave, but Zhao Xun remained behind, responsible for managing Zhang Shan’s interactions with the Laborers' Guild during his time in Guanhul County.

Originally, he only intended to obtain a promise from the other party; as long as he died at their hands, the main task assigned by Professor Zhou Zhe would be considered complete.

In fact, Nian Siyan had been frequently zoning out over the past two days, staring blankly at his screen during meetings. Yet, whenever someone asked if he had questions, he could answer fluently and point out the irrationalities in their statements.

Vermouth arrived silently before the room the servant had barred her from entering earlier that day. She looked around, and without a hint of hesitation, snapped off a decorative piece of the wall lamp. She wedged it into the door frame and applied slight pressure, prying the door—which lacked a handle—open just enough to create a gap.

The Ming King blinked slowly as his sluggish brain finally began to process. The events of last night came flooding back. He couldn't help but close his eyes and press his temples.

Sotheby’s valuation of these diamonds at 160 million dollars drew immediate global attention.

Although this audition had a certain element of parody, Zhai Nan was quite satisfied with the performance Mu Xiaonan delivered.

In truth, Song Kongming and Lu Li, standing nearby, didn't find it funny, but seeing Yuan Qingzhu laughing so heartily, they couldn't help but smile as well.

Chen Ergou turned his gaze toward the cliff to explore, but found a sinkhole ahead that led directly to the sea. On the opposite rock wall, statues appeared once again—not just one, but three. One of them was surely an elder from Jarvis’s maternal grandfather’s family, the partner from back then.

However, judging by Liu Jing’s attitude, he was clearly not joking; he had been discussing it as a serious matter all along.

Fortunately, the address provided by Forbes was within Manhattan, not far from his current location. Spider-Man swung on his webs, arriving in just over five minutes.

The camera lingered there, letting millions of people hear the splashing of water in his bathroom, leaving them to let their imaginations run wild.

Although he had only caught a brief moment of respite, Deathstroke’s astonishing self-healing ability had already recovered half of his injuries, which essentially didn't affect his normal movements.

It paced back and forth on the raft, even jumping to the side-mounted outrigger to show off. Facing the wind, it held its neck high, enjoying the feeling of breaking through the waves. When it grew tired of playing, it gracefully sat back down and curled up on Chen Ergou’s chest.

***

"Oh, come on, everyone, don't crowd around like this; you're scaring the child. I think we should call the police and let them handle it," someone suggested.

Hadn't they already toppled Yi Xiaoshu? Her temperament should have matured significantly, so why was she still like this in front of him?

"Not exactly. He said you have a wicked and untamed nature, and that you lack the capacity to be magnanimous." The middle-aged man betrayed his companion immediately. His rigid, unyielding nature left his companion feeling helpless.

Yu Wannan was startled by Cheng Qingyi and immediately looked back at Lady Liu. She pouted, not daring to cry anymore; she didn't dare to cross the Grand Princess of Huayang.

"Why are you running? Isn't this Princess still here?" The man's voice was gentle, making Lianyi’s brain go numb. She pushed him away and prepared to leave, but as fate would have it, she heard the harsh voice of Liang Zhitang.

With a short, sharp cry and swift movements, Rong Rong stumbled to the other side, the force on both shoulders being nearly identical.

Red Boy was naturally adorable, looking like he was carved from jade. Now that he was acting cute, he was naturally endearing.

He Wanru’s eyes flashed with cold light upon hearing this. The attitude of Princess Xianhe today had indeed angered her. Just as Xiang'er said, it would be better to fight for it herself.

"I will risk my life to keep it from harming you. It’s just that my body hasn't fully recovered. I had intended to wait until you all left to summon a heavenly thunder and perish together with it." Old Huo leaned shakily on his cane, his eyes filled with heroic spirit.

He hovered over her, gazing at her well-defined cheeks and beautiful, dark eyes, the smile in his eyes growing brighter.

Kondo Yumi listened intently. Unlike a band, a piano performer had no sheet music. She listened patiently, silently counting the beats.

After hearing Tang Bu’s words, Wang Xiaochen first said a few words into the phone, then turned back to Tang Bu and said, "What do you think of the blue villa with a swimming pool 100 meters in front of my villa?"

Xuanji glanced at him, not stopping, and dove headlong into the lake. There was not much water left in the lake now, making the environment below perfectly clear.

However, figuring out how to get out became a difficult problem. Just as they were at a loss, a loud explosion occurred. The mirror-like surface below suddenly shattered, and a precious sword exuding a terrifying aura flew up from beneath.