Volume 1, Chapter 52: Captured!

Lan County Police Station.

The four individuals injured by Xu Mo had already been sent to the People's Hospital.

Interrogation room.

Xu Mo sat in the interrogation chair, his hands handcuffed.

The room was dim, but a harsh, blinding spotlight on the desk ahead was directed straight into Xu Mo's face, preventing him from seeing the officers conducting the interrogation.

At this moment, Xu Mo felt a strong urge to curse out loud. What on earth did I even do? Why are you resorting to this kind of tactic on me?

"Name!"

"Xu Mo!"

After the visitors finished admiring the white-plain wax elephant, the person in charge took it to a specialized breeding pavilion and tended to it with great care. The patriarch would certainly love it; after all, who wouldn't want to own their very own spirit beast?

Luoyue walked toward the stone wall that felt so chilling to her, tapping it up and down, left and right, back and forth. Then she inspected the entire stone chamber inch by inch, including the floor, searching everywhere, yet still found no hidden mechanisms.

Meanwhile, the eyes of the Mandala Python were filled with sheer terror, as if it had encountered something utterly unbelievable.

She hadn't given this house to her eldest brother, primarily because Ao Hai refused to accept it anyway. Right now, Ao Hai's strategy boiled down to a single word: drag it out, dragging things on until it was no longer possible.

In the second year after Li Luo married into the Qin family, Qin Mu was transferred from the Northwest to work in the capital. Later on, he became a domestic expert in criminal research, was hired as a professor by a university, received invitations to lecture from all over the place, and held numerous concurrent posts, enjoying boundless honor.

Li Luo smiled and agreed, "Alright." Bamboo was a good person with a fine personality, and she never tried to take advantage of others, making Li Luo quite willing to grow close to her.

He Shi felt an inexplicable pang of guilt. Seeing the person leave, she let out a long breath and was just about to follow the makeup artist when Di Lan walked over from the side.

"One hundred million," Gu Hanqiang blurted out. For Gu Hanqiang, once he spoke up, offering a tiny sum would accomplish nothing while still leaving him heavily indebted to Mo Botong with an insurmountable favor.

Starting the next day, Luo Wei went straight to the sports school for training. Ao Cheng and Luo Hao handled the paperwork for her, listing her mother as deceased and her father as a government office employee on the parentage records.

Li Luo declared, "If after working for four years he can't even produce five hundred yuan, I'll dump him." If he refused to pay up, she would ditch him anyway.

Her lazy, beautiful eyes opened slightly, cast a fleeting glance, and then closed again softly, too weary to bother with the newcomer.

Just as they were chattering endlessly, the kitchen door was kicked open, and Na Cai strode out in a rage.

Jiang Xiyan curved his lips into a smile, pulled Luo Xing into his arms, and walked straight out without looking back. As he passed by Li Vietnam, he didn't even spare him an extra glance.

"Very well," Shen Jiayao accepted the porcelain vial without responding to Wang Chuo's comment; whether it was worth it or not was no longer a question that concerned her.

Seeing that Lin Zhe clearly had no intention of saying another word, Manager Yu nodded with great tact and reined in his curiosity.

The shock to his sea of consciousness caused the intruder excruciating pain. He paid a heavy price before finally managing to sever the crisis within his mental realm, but by then his soul had already sustained injuries. Spitting out a streak of golden blood, his eyes finally regained clarity.

"I think so too," Xia Lin said approvingly as she looked at Gao Xiang, her raised smile indicating her agreement with his thoughts.

Previously, Zhang Heng had been ranked number one on the Earthly Rankings, a grandmaster of alchemy, and a master of stone gambling. Yet none of these titles had brought him any benefits; instead, many people viewed him as arrogant, ignorant, and courting his own destruction.

Gao Muyuan felt as though his legs were pinned down by something, and his chest felt oppressively heavy, making it hard to breathe. Struggling to open his eyes with a pounding headache, he found that one of Shao Qiang's legs was resting heavily across his body. He hurriedly got up, washed up briefly in the bathroom, and even frowned upon catching the scent of his own clothes.

Yet, of all people, this very signature—the moment Qiao Shan first laid eyes on it, he instinctively recognized it as his own handwriting. Therefore, this piece of writing must bear a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to his. Given that, who among those close to him could possibly forge his signature? A traitor? He smiled grimly.

Having played in competitions for so many years and experienced a great deal, he had matured significantly, no longer speaking recklessly as he used to, thus avoiding giving others points of attack against him.