Chapter 118: City Folk Really Know How to Have Fun

"How about it? Do I look sharp enough?"

Zhang Liang stood before the mirror, continuously adjusting his formal suit. It was a crisp, stiff police uniform, indistinguishable from that of an ordinary officer, save for the arm patches and badges.

"Alright, that’s enough. Take it off for now. Tomorrow is the big day—don't go getting it dirty."

Zhen Ye, wearing an identical outfit, checked himself in the mirror and, feeling satisfied, began to undress. This was a new set requisitioned from headquarters. Their original ones hadn't been worn since they went abroad and no longer fit; it wasn't as if they had had any occasions to wear them anyway.

"Hey," Wang Kaixuan, who had been listening from the side, asked with a foolish grin, effectively breaking the awkward tension.

Before his rebirth, she had only reached this stage at the age of ten, possessing physical capabilities surpassing those of a normal adult male.

He did not leave, likely waiting for an opportunity to entrust his family to Jia Min before calmly meeting his own death.

Che Hongwei looked toward Shen Mo with expectant eyes. Before this leave, his superiors had explicitly instructed him to listen to Shen Mo should anything arise.

He paused here. Zhang You guessed that he must have fallen into deep reflection, so he did not interrupt.

Afterward, Li Shimin summoned Xue Rengui to the Taiji Palace. They spoke until late into the night in the Ganlu Hall, and only then did the Emperor dispatch the Jinwu Guards to escort Xue Rengui home—all the way to his doorstep.

Huo Mingxuan slammed the dice cup down and immediately lifted it. Upon one glance, his face flushed red on the spot.

After wandering around the village, not only did they fail to find the two figures, but Qingfeng himself began to blush.

Shen Wei offered a bow before taking her younger brother and leaving. After she had gone, the Third Master, Shen Hongxuan, looked on with gratification. "Wei-jie has grown up and become sensible." Her appearance was also starting to resemble the Lady Ruan more and more.

Large rewards breed brave men. The masked men glanced at each other, then suddenly let out a collective shout and rushed toward Liu Xiangdong in unison.

Although I had escaped the attack range of the Ghost Elder, if he couldn't reach me, I wouldn't be able to complete the quest. Wouldn't the mission be in vain then? Now, I could only rack my brain to figure out how to kill this Ghost Elder.

Xiao Jingyuan was even more agitated; he was on the verge of kneeling before Qin Fei’s "pomegranate skirt"—no, not a pomegranate skirt, but his scholar's robes.

The harmless, innocent expression of the Englishmen was no longer effective on him, and he would absolutely never agree to England’s "good intentions."

At this moment, I once again cast High-Level Ghost Control to intercept Blackbeard. I didn't know what his class was, but one negative-effect skill after another was continuously applied to our bodies.

With that, the seven of them took off in different directions. The dark cloud hovered in mid-air for a moment before appearing to be sliced apart by some sharp weapon, dividing into seven pieces and launching a pursuit against each of us.

Xu Ruoxi’s figure shuddered as she was knocked back five or six meters, but the next moment, she charged forward again. Her whip-kick followed like a shadow, bursting forth with sudden force.

The Wolf King nodded. "I understand." Wuji asked suspiciously, "Do you really understand?" Seeing Wuji questioning its intelligence once again, the Wolf King grew anxious. "Can't you tell whether I understand or not?" Wuji shrugged indifferently; in any case, if you don't understand, I'll beat you until you do.

"Don't let it get in! Just hold it like this!" Edward watched Arthur’s pale, plump buttocks and gave orders to the honest-looking groom standing nearby.

Immediately, the warriors kneeling on the ground, their bodies still dripping blood, felt their hands and feet go cold, their hearts trembling uncontrollably.

Ping'an knew his father had kept a low profile since returning, and Erqiang never bragged, so no one back in their hometown knew that they were actually living quite well now.

Yet, Mo Hao saw it clearly: the power behind the Phantom Ghost’s punch was not enough to deal a heavy blow to Tie Yixiong.