Volume One, Chapter 55: Possessing Power but Failing to Leverage It, Left in Dire Poverty!

At the same time, after finishing his meal at the police station cafeteria, Xu Mo followed Secretary Xu’s driver, Old Zhang, and got into the Santana sedan with license plate 001.

When the car stopped in front of the hospital, it naturally drew quite a bit of attention.

An Luochu felt a bit helpless and amused. He had been worrying about this issue, but she simply nodded in resignation—it was pointless to argue with him.

Guanyin Bodhisattva grew somewhat anxious. Although the situation was only beginning to emerge, if it continued unchecked, the consequences could be unimaginable.

The archaeological team brought in a water pump to drain the water day and night, finally clearing the ancient tomb’s flooding. The construction crew resumed digging. After more than two months and over twenty meters deep, they finally saw rows of large stone slabs beneath the earth. The group had almost lost hope, but seeing the neatly arranged stones revived their spirits.

Moments later, the steward appeared, holding a tea tray in his left hand and a teapot in his right. He placed the tea cups before Zhang Suo and Yue Fei, poured tea for both, then left the teapot on the table and quietly stepped back.

Hei Lingche noticed her actions but only glanced at her a few times without saying a word.

At that moment, Wang Jiajia finally understood her true status. Indeed, the emperor had not been mistaken—she was nothing more than the emperor’s plaything.

"Ablaze Dragon." A pillar of fire erupted from the dust and smoke, surging toward Chu Ruo, who swiftly dodged the attack. Retreating behind a tree trunk, Chu Ruo crossed his arms and fixed his gaze on Lu Jing, who was just emerging from the haze.

The Red Fox loosened her clothes, exposing her shoulders and chest. You Hun saw an arrow wound on her shoulder blade and personally fetched a bucket of water, setting it beside the well.

"Damn." Wang Fei’s face was full of frustration, but there was no other way. He opened the car door, climbed inside, and headed straight for the county hospital.

His cousin had already fled, whereabouts unknown. The cousin’s wife demanded a divorce every day, his uncle had gone gray overnight, sold the house, and was tens of thousands in debt. They simply had no money left to repay what they owed.

He had meticulously arranged for someone to protect Zhao Jingjing, ensuring no man came within half a meter of her. He believed Zhao Jingjing should be grateful and planned to make a bold move at the right moment, perhaps tonight. Surely, the beauty would be his without resistance.

"Yes, sir!" Everyone bowed in unison and nodded in reply. Though they harbored doubts, no one dared voice them. Gan Lang’s status within the Qing Gang was supreme, and he held absolute authority over them.

Xie Ming was tall and robust, even more burly than Wang Yuan, but he appeared quite amiable and often stayed close to Xie Guoxing, his face carrying an air of authority.

Liu Chenyang smiled silently. Suddenly, a strong gaze struck him. Glancing sideways, he saw the burly man at the next table staring at Wan Ying’s jade bracelet. After a moment, the man lowered his head to eat, but Liu Chenyang had already noticed.

"But Gao Ningning is Chinese, and Heart Lake Island is almost entirely inhabited by Pugan people. They not only band together but are also xenophobic," Qiao Xingyu expressed a different view.

"I see," Zhang Cuishan nodded thoughtfully. Indeed, if cannon fodder were needed, Duanyang would have volunteered, and Chilie wouldn’t have encouraged the group to linger here.

"Hello, I am Mario Capegi," the doctor said as he lifted the phone to his ear. The gray hairs beside the microphone trembled slightly. The news Jason had just brought stirred excitement in both him and Martin. Fortunately, the doctor's qigong training was excellent, and his voice remained calm and composed.