Chapter 51: Fei Showed Off Some Impressive Skills!

Lu Qingfei rubbed her nose and answered truthfully, “To get some cherry tomatoes.”

Had she known Xie Yunjie would still be cooking at two in the afternoon, she would never have come to endure this ordeal.

Xie Yunjie hesitated for a moment before saying, “Wait here.”

Lu Qingfei handed him the empty cup and nodded. “Okay.”

He glanced at her, then returned to the kitchen, bringing out the freshly washed cherry tomatoes for her.

Freed from the lingering smell of cooking oil, Lu Qingfei could finally speak a full sentence. “Thank you, senior brother.”

He could even sense the other party’s energy growing unstable—some places surging with power, others growing weak and fragile, on the verge of collapse.

Weighing his options, Yang Dali suddenly remembered the incident in South Africa and immediately called the Minister of Intelligence, Zhou Jie.

Feng Yu left the strongest impression on many people for his cash investments. Unlike other large companies that leveraged financial instruments, took out bank loans, or pooled resources with other corporations, Feng Yu mostly invested directly with cash.

Ye Su’s singing was casual and a bit cold, lacking the warmth of before. Yet it was precisely this quality that brought out all the sadness embedded within the song.

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“So that’s how it is,” Ye Su nodded. In his past life, when he wrote web novels, some masters’ works were adapted into comics, but naturally, that was never an opportunity for a minor writer like him, nor had he ever been involved in such matters.

Though the court officials didn’t know what Liang Xiao and Wang Xing had discussed, Wang Xing’s promise that everyone, not just Liang Xiao, would return with gains made it clear that Liang Xiao had negotiated benefits for them all. They were overjoyed and their spirits soared.

When they heard that every member of the Star Cross Knights was at least as strong as a squad captain—and that there were nearly thirty of them—the captains realized how formidable their opponents were. They gathered, faces grim, to carefully discuss countermeasures.

The old caretaker at the orphanage did not disturb Yang Dali, after all, adventurers were far more capable than ordinary people.

Song Duanwu’s intention to show closeness was clear to Ye Zhijian, but the deeper meaning behind it remained elusive. Though he didn’t fully grasp Song Duanwu’s manner of doing things, he understood it well enough.

A breeze drifted in through the open window, making the candle flame flicker, mirroring the restlessness in Qin Yumo’s heart. At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.

The elder was a wizened old man, stooped and limping, his appearance almost identical to an old scoundrel’s. Already somewhat sly-looking, his limp only accentuated the saying: “A cripple is cunning, a mute is treacherous, and a hunchback hides five poisons in his heart.”

The man signaled his subordinate to take the foreman to another room. After closing the door, he helped Liu Yunchang onto the sofa, poured him a glass of water, and set it before him, leaving Liu Yunchang both flustered and grateful.

It was still the same dim and damp judicial cell, the same suffocating scent of mold, the same deathly, oppressive grandeur. It felt as if an invisible hand gripped her chest, making every breath an agony.

She looked at her slightly swollen fingertips and couldn’t help but offer a wry smile. It seemed that learning to play the zither came at the cost of “blood,” and to truly master it would demand even more sacrifice.

When the time comes, the Starshine Mercenary Group’s members will surely experience a dramatic increase in strength, and the entire group will grow more powerful step by step.

Why did Shunfa’s demolition projects always encounter so many holdouts? The answer was actually simple: the compensation Shunfa offered for demolished homes was far too little. Once their old houses were torn down, residents were left with nowhere near enough money to buy new ones. What choice did they have?

Yet, when she first heard the news of Zhao Gan’s death, hadn’t she fainted from grief? Wasn’t the psychological blow then even greater than now?