Chapter 87: He Can Do It

Since childhood, Ming Yi had always despised self-important men. This feeling intensified during her time at the police academy, where she often used her abilities to put those male classmates who mocked her firmly in their place.

Ming Ying Tan once asked Ming Yi, “What kind of men do you like?”

Ming Yi stuffed a cherry into her mouth and replied indistinctly, “Men I can destroy, and men who can destroy me.”

At that, Ming Ying Tan exclaimed, “Destroy each other? Are you Thanos?”

“No,” Ming Yi explained, “what I mean is—”

Qian Biao, seeing Ye Bingyin in such a state, suddenly picked up the dice cup and shook it vigorously in the air. The dice rattled back and forth inside, producing their unique sound. At last, Qian Biao slammed the cup down on the table with a bang.

“I came with Xiaofeng and Linxing. Xiaofeng said she saw something unclean last night and wanted to ask a master to resolve it,” Qingping said.

Given the situation, only Prince James, who had a close relationship with Yao Yi, could step forward. Moreover, with the diplomats’ meticulous planning, they put on this entire charade. Unexpectedly, before the act could even deepen, Yao Yi saw right through it.

To be honest, given tonight’s circumstances, it was impossible for Gongsun Qingxue not to feel a measure of genuine humiliation and anger.

An opportunity like this was too good to miss—it was now or never. If Wu Xuanming couldn’t utterly destroy Zhanlang today, he was bound to face a miserable future.

Music began to play, and a red carpet was hastily rolled out. Soon after, a car bearing both the Cuban and Swiss flags appeared before the plane.

“Do you know how many people your plan cost me this time? I’ll have you know, all twenty of my men perished, and you still have the nerve to come here and seek credit?” Madame Lily snatched up a teacup and hurled it at the deputy director. The cup struck him squarely on the nose, and blood immediately gushed forth.

“One fool, not knowing his place, accidentally wandered into the house. I’ll leave him to you,” Master Zhuo said before heading upstairs to rest, leaving only Ye Bingyin and the man from the East alone in the living room.

“Strong in spirit despite physical limitations?” Tie Zheng opened his eyes again and asked, as if he’d never heard the saying before.

To the west, the Creeper’s Forest was home to monsters between level forty and sixty, while the Dark Night Mountains ranged from sixty to eighty. Yet, strangely, there was a gap between level eighty and ninety! And the highest level was ninety-nine, not one hundred. What was the difference between ninety-nine and one hundred?

After all, fortune favors the bold. Besides, these officers from the capital had never seen real battle. They assumed their martial skills in the training yard made them invincible, but if they truly faced off and saw blood, they’d likely cry for their mothers, wailing that their legs were too short. That was why Moda was confident this flock of fat sheep would be an easy catch.

After hastily dressing and running to Jianning’s courtyard, upon entering the main room, he saw the brilliant candlelight illuminating a splendid red wedding robe, draped high upon a garment rack.

After saying this, he plunged without hesitation into the spatial rift leading outside. But as soon as he entered, the rift abruptly collapsed, and a terrifying spatial storm swept him away. His expression changed dramatically, yet he showed none of the terror that other cultivators might display upon encountering such a phenomenon.

So, after Song Siyao finished speaking, Wang Feng hurriedly gathered his clothes and went to a corner to dress. Song Siyao also picked up her own garments and, with her back to Wang Feng, changed quickly.

This time, Sun Shangrou called out in a calm voice. The two disciples from Dragon Gate outside were at the Jindan stage—the attacks directed at them could not possibly harm them.

That day, the King’s Manor was festooned with decorations. From early morning, all the servants, together with people sent from the palace, had been busy preparing.

Ru Hua kept glancing back anxiously, but Nangong Haifeng knew that concern was clearly meant for Xu Chuan, and had nothing to do with him at all.