Chapter 41: Cooperation

"I would like to upgrade my seat," Shi Ran requested immediately.

If spending a sum of money could keep her far away from Zuo Yelin, she would be more than willing.

She had earned a considerable amount previously anyway, and with no material needs to speak of, she could afford a moderate splurge.

"I'm sorry, madam, but there are no vacant seats available at the moment," the flight attendant delivered the bad news.

...

It would be even better if someone volunteered to deliver the message, seeing as that employee from earlier had been gone for ages without a trace.

There was another point he left unsaid, though he believed many shrewd people could see it clearly: the properties in the City of Miracles possessed immense investment value.

The dharma body landed with a muffled thud, and a trace of jade-colored brilliance danced across Yu Yin's palm.

"Then why wasn't this kind of sheepskin scroll left in the medicine chest given to me by my master?" Ye Feng recalled aloud, and opened the medicine chest once again.

These fellows stared in blank dismay at the huge holes in their chests, and then turned to ashes amidst wails of agony.

Yet now, this bizarre scene of history repeating itself genuinely sent a bone-chilling shiver through the hearts of two men accustomed to killing without blinking.

This trump card, kept as a last resort, was his long-term investment, which had cost him a tremendous amount of money, effort, and energy behind the scenes.

"Capture the eldest son as well, and deal with him. As for Liu Zong, leave him to me in the end," Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

Whether it was that official public account or these remarks, in their view, this was a blatant and unadulterated provocation.

At the same time, the moment Tiantian's voice rang out, all the teenagers who had been surrounding the person inside, punching and kicking, instantly stopped. They turned around and directed their gaze toward Tiantian.

From a geological perspective, the Yarlung Tsangpo River is a massive suture line formed by the collision of the rigid Indian plate and the Eurasian plate. The great bend in its lower reaches happened to be located in the northeastern corner of the collision zone, causing the suture line to bend and concentrate densely around that area.

Thor frowned slightly, and finally muttered in a voice barely louder than a mosquito's: "Transform, God of Thunder." The belt remained unresponsive.

Five minutes later, Bureau Chief Zhao and Deputy Bureau Chief Wu were exhausted from beating him, collapsing onto the floor once again. Right now, the two of them felt like they wanted nothing more than to murder Wang Yunlong.

Previously, her master had issued a decree summoning all disciples training out in the world to return. With troubled times approaching, following the tradition of the Jade Qiong Sect, they were to seal the mountain and live in seclusion whenever such eras arrived.

Shortly after, she heard footsteps entering the lounge, followed by a familiar fragrance—it was indeed Chu Yufei.

This realm was fundamentally different from the outside Earth or a purely cosmic void. Floating within the void of this realm were numerous clouds, and among these layered clouds that permeated the space, there were countless electric charges.

During these three months, Lin Tian also witnessed what a true master alchemist was. Although he had previously watched Master Bailian forge the Heaven-Swallowing Immortal Sword for him, this time he truly had his eyes opened.

Subsequently, Zheng Pai inspected the genuine goods purchased from Annan, which consisted of items like ivory and horns, occasionally interspersed with precious woods and spices. Xiao Zhuo intended to transport the wood and spices to Shanghai for sale, while Zheng Pai planned to ship the ivory and horns to be sold in the Malay Peninsula and other places.

As if to corroborate Peter Parker's words, a second orange-red plasma bomb orb materialized once again, this time targeting the location where Li Jie and his companion were.

Monopolizing the profits would spell certain doom, yet refusing to monopolize them meant the spice trade wouldn't remain profitable for many years to come. They should take the opportunity to accumulate some capital over at Wangbei City, and proceed as usual while simply avoiding making spices their core business. Slicing off a share of the spice profits could also force the British East India Company to tend to legitimate business instead of meddling everywhere.

After consuming the Beast Spirit Pill, the black armored beetle formed a thick black cocoon within the spirit field space.