Chapter 43: Something Has Happened to Zhong Qin!

In the end, Lian Qi awkwardly gave his name to Lu Qingfei. Lu Qingfei, as expected, had it and nodded slightly in thanks. Having longed so desperately for Lu Qingfei’s arrival, they now sent him off as if ridding themselves of a plague god.

When Lian Qi returned to the main hall, Liu Yien was kneeling before Liu Zhanyan. Her head was bowed, fingers nervously twisting her sleeve. Yet, to defeat Han Jing, whose strength far surpassed her own, without taking risks or using this arcane technique, there was simply no hope of victory.

Witnessing the arrogance of that police officer, Qingya’s initial thought of calling the police vanished completely. “Is she trying to change the form of the 'White Fiend' to dodge the attack?” Rou Xue pondered quietly.

It needed to find a place to rest and recuperate; with this, it was now entirely out of the current conflict.

Qingpu Ye’s tone was laced with coldness—if only he could kill these people, perhaps it would spare Feng Chui Xue some trouble. “Hahaha, exactly!” The burly leader’s men on either side echoed his laughter.

After being thoroughly disciplined by Lord Lu Qi, his bar was now cleaner than his own pockets: the drugs were gone, and even the atmosphere was more like a coffee shop than a bar. Not only had he been chastened by Lord Lu Qi, but now his own companions knew everything.

For example: why did he insist on meeting at this pitch-dark location for their headquarters? Why had he lost Zhixian Hall in the past—and how had he won it back? And why had he changed his name to something so chilling?

At that moment, he suddenly heard another set of footsteps—steady, though somewhat unsteady due to injury.

Upon reaching the 30th floor, Ma Sha stepped out of the elevator and immediately saw the registration table. Two widows of Fourth Uncle sat behind it, tears glistening at the corners of their eyes.

But it was simply too exceptional, chosen to become the system! Taking on the form of a host, beginning the mission, and finally ascending to the pinnacle of all systems.

What of those malevolent spirits? Most importantly, who could possibly achieve such a feat—controlling all directions, deceiving the heavens, and fooling everyone?

Looking into Ruan Tang’s eyes, which seemed able to see through all things, Feng Hua suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

If all I have endured before was fraught with hardship, then what I face today is an insurmountable chasm. I must cross it. Unlike before—where mistakes could be remedied—this time, if I fail, it will be utter catastrophe; not even my soul will remain.

At this moment, Maggie finally regained her senses. The instant she saw me, tears began to stream uncontrollably down her face.

The clash of metal rang out incessantly; in just a moment, they had exchanged more than ten blows.

Not wanting to appear idle, Zhao Baoxuan went to the break room to make coffee for her hardworking colleagues.

“So, you dared to egg me on to mete out punishment before, but now you’re afraid they’ll come for you?” Yan Hongguang’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.

Rather than let Qin Ruoyun misunderstand and think she didn’t regard her as a friend, it was better to admit a few things now.

Slowly turning around under the dim streetlight, she revealed a face so fair and lovely it would be unforgettable to any who saw it. At that moment, her large eyes shone with surprise and confusion as she gazed toward the source of the voice, clearly taken aback.

“Strategist Chu’s words are not mistaken. All our naval soldiers have friends and family. If, after a great battle, both sides are devastated and too many lives are lost, that is ultimately not a good thing.” The officers of the Ying Tian Fleet naturally understood the truth in Chu Liuyan’s words.

The mountain road was treacherous, but thankfully it had been widened and was passable; carriages could make their way through, though it was rare for any to come this far.