114 Two-Hundred Thousand Bounty for the Hunt

Chen Anquan could not fathom why he would have such a dream for no apparent reason. Could it be because he had remarked, "This is the shortest-lived mutant animal?"

Checking the time, it was only 5:00 AM. Unable to fall back asleep, he simply got dressed, put on his shoes, left his room, and stepped outside. Under the pitch-black night sky, Chen Anquan stood on the basketball court and began to practice the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. He cast a quick glance at his attribute panel, confirming that he had not changed since waking up.

In truth, she had drifted into unconsciousness just as the image of Ma Chao appeared earlier.

"But what if it's still uncomfortable to wear after it dries?" a cute, dainty voice came from behind Chao Changchang.

"Fine." Gu Yufei changed into a new set of clothes, left the cave entrance, and headed toward her next destination. However, no sooner had she descended the volcano than she was intercepted by a group of people.

Whether it was Chao Changchang himself or his friends, none of them belonged to the same world as him.

A thunderous roar erupted amidst the explosion, followed by a massive plume of smoke.

"You’ve encountered a malevolent spirit, and that thing is powerful—it wants your life!" Sister Damei said with an air of gravity.

When swiping a card, the cashier only needs to perform a simple operation to view membership details; the information includes a photo, basic details like a name, and the remaining balance.

"I used a disguise while traveling for convenience. This is my friend, Yu Mo. Please arrange a place for us to stay first. You, come over here; I have something to discuss with you." Gu Yufei introduced Yu Mo with a smile. As the group walked to the entrance of Peach Blossom Dock, Gu Yufei took a few glances before following Jing Er to the reception hall.

The next day brought fair weather. After the rain cleared, blue skies and white clouds appeared over the capital. Lin Yuming took a deep breath of the fresh air, knowing this day would be spectacular, even if the spectacular parts did not involve him.

Gu Beihuai discussed going out for a look with Qin Zhan; they were worried about their comrades who were also in Quancheng.

Confirming that Jiang Dayao was thoroughly dead, Wei Ping stepped forward, tore open Jiang Dayao’s clothes, and began to loot the corpse.

Crouching before Qiangzi, who was slumped on the ground, Li Xiang reached out, asked Qin Hongjun for a cigarette, lit it, and handed it to Qiangzi.

Word spread that the Fourteenth Young Master had returned, and the guys from the Crown Prince Party sent people over every day to invite him out. Li Xiang had no time to entertain them, so he simply invited them all to the Ideal Building instead.

At lunch the next day, Ji Si'an told Luo Li about meeting Lu Qi and relayed her thanks.

Hu Mingcheng alone was not enough to make her lose her composure; it was Father Tang’s entire demeanor that caused her long-standing insecurity to erupt.

He recalled his father saying that, in order to perfect the family’s sword techniques, he had traveled to many countries in his youth, seeking knowledge from various people as an ordinary man—and the people he sought out were non-ninja warriors.

"We were just filming for fun. Wu Lan, what do you think of this song?" Yu Dongqing asked again.

The sovereign's name was Shaodian; his original surname was Gongsun, later changed to Ji. The Yellow Emperor was the son of Sovereign Shaodian, and his mother was Queen Fubao.

Zhang Donghai returned to the kitchen alone to busy himself. Those who cannot cook hate cooking, but for those who know how, the act of cooking is a pleasure.

Once Chen Jingyang left, the house became habitable again. Lu Yao and Zhang Haimei rushed into the room that originally belonged to Zhang Haimei and gave it a thorough cleaning.

Tang Feng sneered, leaning his body backward. His feet seemed glued to the ground, not moving an inch, as the military knife in his hand turned into a flash of cold light, piercing the mercenary’s heart head-on.

Lin Yumeng felt a pang of pity, but she could not let them go; these people were her enemies. To spare them would be to betray herself, and she feared her tens of thousands of predecessors who had died in self-detonation would not be able to rest in peace.

Meng Fan’s prestige was immense now; the villagers feared him even more than the village chief. Firstly, he was the big boss of the village, and the villagers relied on him to get rich. Secondly, he was a deputy company commander, a rank higher than the village chief.