Chapter 108: Awake
“In Myawaddy, those who cannot create value have only one fate left: organ harvesting.”
As a stationed intelligence officer who had long been entrenched there, Sun Ruilong sighed deeply at these words.
Every year, they tried their best to rescue some individuals and bring them back home, but compared to the vast number of people trapped there, it was like a drop in the ocean.
The government was not unwilling to intervene, but cross-border rescues were complicated affairs. The immense interests involved made many high-ranking military and political officials in both Thailand and Myanmar covetous; they would never allow such operations to vanish easily...
Take Myawaddy, for example.
Ta Jingjing, however, did not feel any pride in this situation. Instead, she felt as if she were feeding on something pathological.
Though puzzled, Zhang Ling resolved to face the challenge head-on. With a plan firmly in mind and the list of medicinal herbs secured at his waist, he once again set off toward the direction of Mount Niren.
Xiao Sheng had always been just barely able to keep up. She learned slowly but steadily—someone who thrived through diligent practice. Her mother taught her acupuncture with tailored methods and gradually guided her deeper into traditional Chinese medicine. Now, she ran a small clinic with a solid reputation, receiving banners of gratitude in abundance.
At the forefront of the Three Sect’s army, Su Yihu found himself trapped in a dilemma—neither staying nor retreating was an option. Watching one after another of the sect’s cultivators fall to the ground, his eyes blazed with fury, as if he could ignite the very air around him.
Duan Shulan, seeing Rong Yin’s expression finally change, felt a triumphant excitement as though she had finally caught her tail. She hated the sensation of striking a soft, cottony fist that lacked impact.
Dongfang Yi laughed heartily, appearing relaxed, yet inwardly he grew tense. Silently, he gathered his immortal energy, preparing to withstand the opponent’s thunderous assault.
Only then did the true World Wide Web come into being, laying the foundation for the internet as we know it today. The first twenty years of network construction were merely paving the way for the World Wide Web, which would speed ahead like a car racing down a highway built from those early technologies.
Shao Luofeng felt his consciousness grow hazy, as if caught between sleep and wakefulness. His steps faltered, his footsteps light and unsteady.
As for Gu Changyang, what man cared about wearing cotton-padded clothes? She had not yet truly forgiven him and intended to observe him carefully.
The large man’s fury was unrestrained. Behind him, several vampires leapt down from the treetops, baring their sharp fangs, clearly poised to encircle and attack.
“Girl, you will leave the ancient land eventually!” Li Tongde guessed the feelings in Li Nanyang’s heart. He bent down and lifted her up, looking at the reluctance on her pale face, then playfully flicked her nose.
Dragon bones were rare in the world, and this particular piece was extraordinary—likely the remnants of the last true dragon of legend.
Like the grim reaper claiming souls, Xiang Wan clutched the scissors and charged headlong toward the Gu Lanzhi household a hundred meters away, without looking back.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s go back and eat.” Having resolved all threats to himself and solidified his foundation, Liu Huaidong’s next order of business was naturally to reward his own body.
Upon hearing Meng Di’s voice, the people of Qingshan Miao Village hesitated no longer and immediately darted into the five-person encirclement. Fang Yan, after a brief moment of daze, decisively led the surviving disciples to follow closely behind.
A loss here would mean three consecutive defeats, which would severely damage the morale of the entire team.
Before the minion wave was fully in place, Lin Han took the initiative to seize the bush near the top lane. Once the “big bug” appeared, he sprang out, skillfully attacking to drain health and triggering the enemy’s theft warning.
An Xia’s eyes locked deeply onto Zhou Cuilan, making Zhou Cuilan feel thoroughly uncomfortable—as if An Xia had seen through her very heart.
Glancing over the menu, the prices were not cheap but not exorbitant either; the average spending per person hovered around a few hundred yuan.
There was no other way. The Delta Special Forces were the “Imperial Guards.” Whatever the best equipment, it had to be reserved for these veterans first. Other units—even the Navy SEALs—had to wait their turn.