Chapter 107: A New Source of Wealth

Qin Huiyin naturally had no objections and sold the remaining half bottle of sauce to the head chef for twenty coins.

The head chef sent over a whole roasted duck, thoughtfully sliced and ready to eat without any effort on their part.

Once they were left undisturbed, everyone focused on the food.

Song Ruizhe wrapped a piece of roast duck, gently nudging Qin Huiyin’s arm.

Qin Huiyin turned her head, puzzled.

“Um… Could you check if I wrapped it correctly?”

Qin Huiyin glanced at it. “No problem.”

Everyone hugged Tai Hongfei in turn, bidding farewell to him as he temporarily left the stage. Then, it was announced that Xu Zilin had advanced to the finals, becoming the first King of Songs! Xu Zilin also received enthusiastic applause from the audience present.

Though those families were innocent, it was always better for others to suffer misfortune than oneself. Besides, to speak fairly, all of this was instigated by the Xiang family, deliberately stirring up trouble.

The young man transformed from the Black Dragon flickered and appeared at Chu Feng’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder. Instinctively, Chu Feng tensed, his hair standing on end.

Qiu Yang had never heard that name before, but he knew that the next act by Smith would be a piano performance.

However, Felipe Luis ultimately chose not to cross the ball directly into the penalty area. Instead, he used his left heel to flick the ball behind him to his right side. Then, after a swift turn, he sent a cross into the box with his right foot.

This time, the immense force created a deep pit beneath Number 6’s head, and even his own fist was torn open by the massive recoil, exposing pale bone beneath the mangled flesh.

“All right!” No sooner had Wang Tingting walked out than Qiu Yang’s phone rang—it was Director Wei from Su City Television calling.

Just as Feng Quan sent the ball into Wolfsburg’s net, Hamburg’s head coach Fink leapt from the bench, raising both arms high and punching the air in celebration.

Li Lingwei performed her role flawlessly according to the script, while Wang Cong basically maintained a polite smile at her side, the two occasionally exchanging glances.

In the blink of an eye, voices echoed, all claiming that Zephyr was injured. As these voices rose, the pirates’ gazes—including those of Lunsu’s crew—shifted.

Liu Tian continued to grit his teeth and persevere until searing pain shot through his fists, finally forcing him to stop.

He sensed danger in his heart, and a spell responded instinctively. Suddenly, ghostly, grimacing heads manifested around him. In the moment those heads appeared, a butterfly emerged, fluttering around him, shattering each ghostly visage like bubbles wherever it passed.

“All members of the Zhang family, come out for me! There’s an assassin in the capital—search the entire city!” Old Master Long shouted, his voice reverberating for miles.

Having said his piece, Nightblade was about to set out, heading toward the dueling arena on the northern side of the island as Lin Lang had described.

“It’s nothing. I only killed his beloved,” Ye Renzhe said, casting Justice’s Protection to draw Wang Wei’s enmity.

Chen Jing still couldn’t determine what the Dragon King was planning, but he could sense something connected to himself—a mysterious, vague feeling he had experienced before, though rarely. However, ever since surviving the divine tribulation, his sensitivity to these intangible sensations had grown sharper.

He couldn’t help but glance again at the painting, thinking that whoever created it must be extraordinary. Yet he did not inquire further, instead chatting with Granny Gu for a while longer. By then, the sun was already westering. When he left, Granny Gu didn’t see him out but had Mingwei accompany him instead.

Here, over a thousand king-level experts battled in chaos, and every minute, several were eliminated.

Just like the previous sniper rifle, this one was also extremely powerful, though it used ordinary bullets.