Chapter 140: Tiger's Minion

The brief commotion in the temporary camp organized by the Han Family Escort Agency subsided as quickly as it had arisen.

The conflict between Fang Xiao and the young female Taoist erupted with extreme suddenness and ended just as fast. Coupled with Han Shijie’s effective control, no further chaos was caused. However, the ripples left in the wake of this incident would not fade away so easily.

In the center of the camp, inside the carriage of a luxurious coach, a veiled woman gazed through the window at the figure sitting by the campfire not far away.

Boguohan was unable to retain the hundreds of Kutluk's former subordinates he had just swallowed up. Instigated by Kutluk, Alipu defected with almost all of his old followers, returning intact to Kutluk's banner.

"You just want to praise yourself for having such good insight, don't you?" Murong Shenxia said with a blushing face, though her lips stubbornly refused to admit defeat.

The reins in Master Teng's hand were suddenly snatched away, arousing a surge of anger within him. "Get lost!" It was as overwhelming and destructive as a bursting flood.

Hao Jian hesitated upon seeing Wu Di drain the wine, suspecting he was merely putting on a bluff. He never imagined that Wu Di would swallow the entire cup of wine without uttering a word.

Dajun rushed in hastily, exchanged a greeting with Park Jung-hoon, and then said to Gao Zijian, "Damn it, I knew you were drinking here! I called your pager N times and you wouldn't even return a call." Since they frequented this place for drinks, Dajun knew he would likely be here.

Qi Jishan knew he was out of favor with the emperor; if he failed to achieve any administrative accomplishments, his life would probably be ruined. Watching the spring plowing season slip away, with vast amounts of farmland lying barren and total crop failure becoming a certainty, he was utterly helpless and burning with anxiety. Just then, a noble benefactor arrived.

Yuesheng only smiled coldly, knowing that Zeng Meng was speaking the truth. In reality, this was a secret bound to be exposed sooner or later—unless she gave up on revenge, otherwise everything would eventually come to light.

Before she knew it, she stumbled straight into an embrace, caught completely off-guard. Feeling that intense heartbeat, she found herself unable to say a single word.

Yinyue had long since heard the sounds of fighting echoing near the foot of the mountain and sensed the danger facing Qingxiu. Seeing Qingxiu fleeing in panic, she followed closely behind him.

To call him shameless would be an understatement; he was shameless to the extreme, acting entirely without the demeanor of a supreme master or grandmaster.

Lin Qiang tossed the mysterious crystal at his feet, folded his arms across his chest, and observed Yi Li while nodding repeatedly, thoroughly agreeing with Zhu Yuanxi's judgment.

There was no relaxation of his mind! Yi Li was immersed in a peculiar joy, even forgetting that his punches were meant to shatter the qi gate right before him, completely absorbed in correcting the flaws in his own striking form.

The newcomer merely bypassed the two guards with a casual step and had already appeared inside the hall.

Following a muffled sound, an invisible, tremendous force immediately surged toward Han Li, causing even the surrounding air to hum.

A succession of urgent telegrams rang out one after another. The chief of the combat command department furrowed his brow, his gaze never leaving the large screen.

This good-for-nothing who was once mocked by the entire imperial capital—how could he... how could he possibly possess such a razor-sharp eloquence?

"Please keep these three business cards. From now on, every time the Chu family makes a demand, I will take back one of them." I paused my hand, drew three business cards from my bosom, and placed them on the table.

In truth, the main reason was simply that Ye Qiu was essentially a slacker. Content with the life he had now, he was too lazy to bother pursuing anything else.

The representative figure among them was the Big Brother. As the unrivaled champion of verbal sparring, many people focused not only on his performance but even more so on his news outside the arena.

"Let's go!" With everything settled, Yun Tian'ao naturally had no reason to stay here any longer. Besides, he had realized that purely in terms of verbal prowess, he was indeed far inferior to Li Yichen. It would be better to wait until after the competition to try and regain his lost face through words.

Wielding his staff like a sword, the continuous sound of clanging echoed ceaselessly. The two staffs crossed, and the dense flurry of impacts sounded crisp and continuous, resembling rain pattering on banana leaves.