Chapter 80: Suicide
Fufeng Inn.
Except for Xu Qinxing, everyone else remained in Huang Li’s room. The matter of Sixth Senior Brother had been made public so quickly that no one could sleep.
Suddenly, there was a rapid knock at the door. Tang Liang opened it and saw it was Senior Brother Si Le, whom he invited inside.
Si Le first went to check on Huang Li by the bedside, making sure everything was normal, then turned to the others and said, “Master has given orders: everyone is to return to the Three Paths Palace at once. The team investigating the missing women case has found results.” With that, he prepared to leave but was stopped by Huang Li.
Huang Li had been awake for a while, and finding the matter made public so soon left him feeling strangely uneasy. He couldn’t help but ask Si Le, “Senior Brother, which team found out about this...”
“Li Yan has already announced his candidacy for President in Nanjing, competing against Li Yuanhong, the successor recommended by Yuan Shikai.” Mai Linglong looked at the newly arrived news, her face filled with disbelief. Even separated by such a distance, Zhao Gao and Li Yan had coordinated seamlessly, the entire process flawless.
“To be held in such high esteem by the General, he must be an extraordinary man,” Emilia remarked with a hint of admiration.
After the Hou took control of the General’s body, the fighting power now unleashed was several times greater than when the General himself was in command.
“How could such a loser be called a general, eh?” The eighth brother couldn’t care less and casually kicked Mao Yizhi, who lay on the ground unmoving. Glancing back at his information panel, he saw the prompt indicating a kill, which explained why the opponent’s morale had collapsed so completely just now.
Chu Kuangren’s brows twitched fiercely, a flash of surprise in his eyes. He had not expected Su Yu to use such a sinister move and could only withdraw and retreat.
He had always felt Lieren was stronger than Fengren, and now, after hearing Lieren’s words, the Emperor’s feeling grew even stronger.
Wu Wa’s parents, upon hearing this, covered their faces with their hands, shaking their heads and appearing unable to contain their laughter.
Ma Zhong suddenly recalled the past—those days facing the roving army as fierce as tigers and wolves, and the wailing, innocent common folk.
A moment ago, the water had surged so strongly that it splashed into his eyes and stung. Out of habit, Xia You reached for a towel to wipe his face.
The complicated landscape of America was nothing like the placid ease of Britain: the Silent Ones, the Purifiers, and a chaotic scene of traitorous wizards.
“That’s right. It’s better to guide than to block. Since this thing can’t be stopped, we might as well turn passive into active.”
Truly, after a life spent in battle, governing the tribe for more than twenty years, how could he have produced such a creature?
Meanwhile, the full moon in the west also signaled Xixi’s recovery from childbirth. Though the effect of the Rejuvenation Pill meant Xixi hadn’t truly gone through a proper confinement—she even opened her shop during that period, offering contactless spiritual comfort—the formal rituals still had to be performed.
His ambitions, of course, extended far beyond the mere city of Wancheng. If given the chance, he would certainly want to rise higher, just as Liu Jing Sheng had.
Yet she had a dream that night: she dreamt she knocked Zhuang Yan out, tied him up, and locked him in a dark apartment building, forbidding him from seeing Lu Yan, Jiang Ning, or the others.
Even so, despite the weightlessness, her dagger had already been flung toward Nana. Even if it was slightly off, she was sure it would at least wound her.
Yun Muqing was already fully immersed, the barrier at her realm clearly loosening. The persistent problem that had troubled her for years—the recurring discord between soul and body—seemed to vanish with every blow of Wu Yu’s great iron hammer.
“Mistaken about what? Do you think I want to abandon you?” If not for that, the fat orange cat would never have begged her forgiveness so many times, nor said he would rather die by her hand than be forsaken.
None of the cultivators paid any attention, each casting a contemptuous gaze as if looking at a fool, unanimously choosing to focus their attacks on the self-proclaimed “Master,” Situ Nianhua.
Chen Yuyue, squinting through the light, carefully surveyed the area around the police holding cell and found nothing inside. He could guarantee there weren’t even surveillance cameras in there—it was as if such equipment simply did not exist in this place.