Chapter 18: Threat

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Messing around with women?
Did he get honey-trapped?
Gu Sheng was stunned for a moment. She couldn’t quite describe the feeling, but her curiosity for gossip outweighed her shock. "It wasn't Cheng Yan?"
On the other end of the phone, Zhao Qinglang fell completely silent.
Silence confirmed the fact.
This meant that Cheng Yan was not the only woman in Zhao Qinglang’s life; there were others out there...
The more indifferent she appeared, the more ethereal and adorable Yun Jiyang found her. It seemed he was truly unable to let this matter go. In front of such a beauty, how could he possibly refrain from showing off?
A dull and wooden man—even if he owned the entire universe, how could he ever win the heart of Qin Yuxue?
In life, there is a type of person who, whether among relatives, friends, or strangers, always gives off a shy impression. They take matters more seriously and are more concerned with the opinions of others, which in turn restricts their own behavior.
Immediately following this, Yu Qingrou stepped out from the side and, without a word, slapped the young man across the face, leaving a bright red handprint.

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He was about one meter eighty-three, likely still of university age. His gait was unsteady, and his eyes were bloodshot—clear symptoms of drunkenness.
Fortunately, these ghosts had no intention of attacking the van; they were just wandering aimlessly, or rather... fleeing.
"Mind your own business!" Song Hao could take it no more and leaped two steps away from Song Min. He needed to keep his distance from his sister; talking to her was truly exhausting.
Originally, giving her some money was an act of kindness, but now that she had discovered it was only a fraction of what he had, did it turn into an act of malice?
The two were startled by his sudden alarm. Ren Yunsheng drew his sword and looked around. Just as Paul was speaking, he felt a sudden, inexplicable tremor in his heart, as if something were approaching.
Now that everything was resolved, she called her grandmother, intending to share the good news while sparing her family from the worries.
"President!" Each of them greeted Quan Zemu with great reverence, though they couldn't help but cast flirtatious glances at him from time to time.
"Replying to Your Highness, the Empress is currently angry with the Emperor," Qi'er sighed, offering no further elaboration and simply stating the truth.
After attending to An Chuyin’s meal, Quan Zemu was dragged away by Xing Zeng’s relentless calls to attend an international conference. By the time the meeting concluded, it was past eleven. He stretched his back; the room was bathed in a faint, golden glow, and it was deathly quiet, without a sound to be heard.
Subsequently, that shadow lunged at Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng had sensed the movement early on, but his previous exhaustion left him feeling drained, and he was simply unable to dodge.

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He urged him to reveal the method, but Ye Tian turned a deaf ear. He told A-Lai the method and refused to concern himself with anything else.
"President Xiang, why are you here?" She fastened her seatbelt and sat upright, stealing glances at the man in the driver's seat.
"Hmph, you don't mean what you say." Wei Yan wasn't truly bothered; she was just teasing her husband.
However, the stone statues were incredibly heavy. Even for an Awakened, carrying two was the absolute limit; any more would be impossible.
When Gu Ningshuang thought of Lu Qiuyan, a cold light flashed in her eyes. She suspected that the car accident had been staged by Lu Qiuyan herself, and she would not let her get away with it.
He was a bandit by origin and held not a shred of loyalty toward the so-called Great Song Dynasty.
"Enough. Hidan, Kabuto’s abilities are somewhat peculiar; you don't need to test him." Just as Hidan was enthusiastically preparing to strike, Pain (Zero) shouted coldly, putting a stop to his plans.
These names had been told to him by the elders; they were all children from their village who had been forced into the Harrenhal garrison. Li Lingyi had recorded every name, and as he called them out, one could see the hesitation appearing on the faces of many soldiers.