Chapter 34: The Unassuming Cloth Bundle Is...

In the bitter cold of late winter, Shen Du took off his coat and entered the hospital room, where a doctor was in the process of removing his cast.

His phone was not on speaker, but the angry roar from the other end was so loud that, while professional responsibility kept the doctor’s hands steady, his curiosity compelled him to glance up.

Shen Du remained calm, speaking unhurriedly: "Wait a few minutes. Xiao Li will be there soon; let him accompany you."

Fu Qiqi remained silent on the other end, but Shen Du was in no rush, patiently waiting for a response. He had been the first to learn about the head nurse's situation.

Just as Lin Li’s mind was wandering through geography lessons, debating whether to squeeze labor out of Tom and Jerry to have them plant trees and reforest the area, the yellow sands shifted once again.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Before her, a handsome man was riding a silvery-white flying sword, its blade etched with faint golden patterns.

At the entrance of the prison, a red sports car sat parked in silence, looking exceptionally conspicuous in the chilly surroundings outside the jail.

Peng Shufan was in no hurry either. She sipped her tea slowly, watching the contemplative Liu Fan, her heart filled with emotion as she marveled at how a soldier who had once rebelled was now the youngest nobleman in Chang'an City.

This junior of his was truly extraordinary; even with his Spirit Eye technique, he could not see through the young man's cultivation. By all appearances, he had reached the ninth layer of Qi Refining.

The blood-stained blade was exposed to Gu Zhou’s sight after the monster collapsed. The creature, which had been driven purely by an instinctual craving for human flesh, grew even more restless, lunging at Gu Zhou and Tang Ling with a murderous aura.

If we can get our brand into all these specialty stores, we’ll be able to sit back and collect significant commissions from here on out.

My money is money, too; I earned it, so why should I use my own funds to indulge someone else’s mistakes?

"What is that over there?" an accompanying official asked curiously, pointing at the rows of pillars standing in front of the rows of houses.

The man who had been exerting force downward was having a miserable time. Not only did he lose his footing and fall flat on his face, but the shovel he had been using flipped over and nearly clamped down on his head.

"If you have the guts, then come! I am not the same person I was two years ago! Helise, this time I will definitely avenge my disgrace!" Vegeta shouted, his face full of fury.

Take these nine people who stepped forward as an example; they were the nine strongest individuals who would join Shang Jingxing for the ten-person battle. Of course, this "strongest" label naturally excluded existences like Lu Lanlian, Shang Jingxing, and Yan Long, as well as the members of the Blue Lotus Sect, as they were all destined to act alongside Lu Lanlian.

To demonstrate his loyalty, the pugilist struck the brown bag with his club as hard as he could. He could hear the sound of bones shattering inside the bag. He struck for a full ten minutes before Takahashi Retsu signaled him to stop.

The King of Siam sighed as he looked up at the sky. For years, he had refused to submit to the Kingdom of Burma, constantly working against their king. The two nations had been at odds for decades, with neither able to truly subdue the other, yet today, both had fallen before the might of the Great Ming.

Wait? Bulma? Why is she here? Helise was stunned for a moment before quickly flying to Bulma’s side.

If one wants to develop a formidable firearm-based military rather than the trashy forces they have now, those goals must be achieved. If they cannot manufacture superior firearms themselves, they might as well stick to broadswords, spears, and longbows.

Immediately, several guards rushed in and, without a word, dragged the Korean envoy out of the grand hall.

The Mountain Ghost seemed momentarily dazed, unable to understand how the weapon in its hand had suddenly vanished. But Xu Xiao did not hesitate; he raised his hand and unleashed a Palm Thunder, sending the Mountain Ghost flying with a single strike.

Although she told Yuli that Simon was fine, it had been so long, and he still hadn't returned. Could something have actually happened to him? Like being assassinated by a KALASI killer? Perelotte was still worried; after all, Simon wasn't a bad person.