Chapter 51: Chicken Bones

The Fu Group lobby.

Fu Xueyue had arrived early, carrying a cup of coffee, and was seated in the lounge area waiting.

When Chen Fan emerged from the corridor, it was immediately clear: Fu Xueyue hadn’t gone to check the surveillance footage at all.

Instead, she had taken the elevator up to her own office, brewed herself a fresh cup of hot coffee, and then returned to the lounge.

“It seems Master Chen has solved the trouble...”

Here, one really had to admit, despite having so many talents on its roster, Muye’s political affairs were a complete mess—truly a marvel in their own right.

Though the winter sun seemed ornamental, when dressed warmly enough and sheltered from the wind, it still offered a faint warmth. This subtle winter warmth lulled many into a drowsy stupor as they lay swaying in the shaky carriage.

Molten iron mixed with slag flowed steadily down the troughs into molds. A few worker ants, soldier ants, collaborated to scrape away the slag with long wooden sticks coated in clay; otherwise, impurities in the forged tools and weapons would drastically reduce their performance.

At present, a black-robed figure at the apprentice warlock level, along with another at the low-level warlock rank, working together against her, already constituted a rather difficult predicament.

Suddenly, as Feng Ye was deep in thought, Shuo Mao beside him clenched his blade tightly with force.

The scattered cultivators, the strong independents, spent nearly all their resources on themselves, with few attachments. But those who ruled over entire myriad worlds were different. Though commanding vast territories and countless disciples, their sects’ legacies required constant, massive resource investments.

Blood dripped slowly from the blade onto the floor, yet Levi paid it no mind whatsoever.

Feng Sinan pushed open the door. A dim yellow lamp glowed atop the bedside cabinet, casting a warm aureole that filled the room with gentle light.

“Lin Hao, as the deputy manager of the Scotland World Security Department and my sister’s personal bodyguard, how exactly do you conduct yourself?” Su Ting launched a fierce barrage, pointing at his nose while scolding him mercilessly.

“Care to come in and try?” Wu Tong asked. The National Security team didn’t feel the need to guard against their own squad.

Kang Tianji set down his lamb leg, didn’t hesitate to grab the water cup, drank a long gulp, and then went back to gnawing on the meat.

Yet many fans were furious, hurling verbal abuse at Chen Jiao, calling her names like “whore” and “stinky bimbo.”

Feng Yunyan closed the mechanism and shot Bai Ye a cold, icy glare—her eyes full of unmistakable warning.

In an unknown region of the Grey Domain’s corner, a solitary figure concealed themselves within a massive rock.

“Heh, you’re so lazy, probably haven’t washed your clothes in ages. I’ll take them and wash them clean for you,” Li Xue said with a gentle smile as she turned back.

Li Yunfan merely smiled. No matter the situation—even when misunderstood by comrades—his faith remained unwavering.

Now, as Ningyang faced a genuine assault, quantity could no longer compensate for quality. For in terms of quality, Ningyang’s offensive was up against the rage-filled Demon Lord of the Heavens. It was like eggs striking a stone: no matter if Ningyang threw ten or a hundred eggs, only the eggs would shatter while the stone remained unscathed.

Not only had they entered, but they had climbed to the rooftop dozens of floors up, rapidly descended using thin steel cables, and stealthily slipped into Wu Jun’en’s office.

“Let’s go!” Seeing this, Udon of the Tianxuan Sect quickly signaled to two fellow Golden Core disciples beside him, then released flying swords and led his cultivators out swiftly.

Seeing Dao Jianlei and Dao Jianyu utterly defeated, their fighting spirit crushed, and with Jing Junye and Lu Mo’s joint assault, Dao Jianyu was the first to fall, followed shortly by Dao Jianlei.

Zimu Tong descended from the sky, his wooden spirit’s power already converging in his hand. A green radiance enveloped his body. As if nourished by sunlight and rain, the surrounding withered trees and stone peonies began to grow wildly. Soon, a vast net formed, covering all the eight-legged rhinoceroses within a one-kilometer radius.