Chapter 42: Escaped?

“Sammy, I remember you’re supposed to escort a group of suspects to Benin for trial today?”

“Yes, Chief,” Sammy replied, nodding at the man who had called out to him. There were several cases linked to Benin City, and he needed to take his team to the police station there.

“How about this—you know I haven’t seen my wife in ages. Let me take your place this time.”

“What about the military?” Sammy asked without suspicion. Everyone at the station knew the Chief’s family had been living apart for a long time; it was true that he hadn’t seen them in ages.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let the Commissioner know.”

The three of them walked along a mountain path for a while. Fortunately, the road was paved with stone slabs; otherwise, the winding, rugged trail would have been much harder to traverse.

Chen Youlian was left speechless by this turn of events. She could only force an awkward smile before turning to leave.

Ouyang Guhong sprang to his feet, intending to scold Ouyang Xue, but the sudden surge of anger tugged at his injuries. He quickly clutched his chest and began to cough.

The Age of Decline truly lived up to its name—the scarcity of spiritual energy made it nearly impossible for these players to practice anything at all.

“But if you marry her, things will be better. I can’t… I’ll go make dinner.” Lin Qiao nearly burst into tears, feeling out of practice with her acting after such a long time.

The former Tianyuan Kingdom was once just like this, but now it was shrouded in chaos and misery, its people struggling to survive.

The soul power contained in these soul pills was pitifully small. With only a few thousand of them, he couldn’t even be bothered to collect them.

Dinner was ready, and Yu Mingche, as always, sat down to eat joyfully with the villagers. When fresh corn just out of the pot was served, he gnawed large mouthfuls without restraint, chatting with those around him about this year’s harvest.

The quiet cell was thick with the scent of blood. Footsteps approached, echoing through the silence and making it hard to breathe.

Sunlight streamed through a specially designed opening above, and together with the oil lamps on the walls, illuminated the restaurant so thoroughly that, despite the absence of electric lights, everything was clearly visible.

She was only Nan Shu’s agent; she didn’t have much say in things. All she needed to do was arrange Nan Shu’s work.

She was courteous even to the staff. An artist like this was already well-liked by those behind the scenes.

But both of them had leg injuries now and needed help just to walk. As for storming in to fight? Forget it—they’d be nothing more than punching bags.

Fu Xixi had always assumed that everything in the Fu family now belonged to her. But when she learned that Mrs. Qin, despite her dissatisfaction with Nan Shu, had still prepared an inheritance for her, a sense of panic crept into her heart.

Su Ruhui saw Xianya again—now newly titled as a princess—when she had moved to another place, the curved-roof palace where several recent princesses-by-marriage had stayed.

Since Wang Yue became captain, whether it was the first squad or the second, no matter how much new blood joined, every team had been through his rigorous training.

“Let’s go,” he said. After soothing Hud, the unicorn, and Ming in turn, Ling Feng and Cleveland entered the room together.

“Die!” she shouted, slashing down with her sword. But instead of the expected clash of metal, an energy shield appeared beside the tester, blocking her attack.

An Boxun lifted his teacup and drained it in one go. At first, it tasted slightly bitter, but soon a rich fragrance lingered on his tongue, refreshing and uplifting his spirit.

The Lord of Primordials had set for him a fate of seven deaths and three tribulations, all to shatter his three souls and seven spirits, and strip him of his right to ascend among the gods.

She and Murong Wei both favored an advertising concept, but it wasn’t the one Cheng Siyuan had already approved.

After a long while, Ba Yuan’an finally opened his eyes and said, “I, together with Lord Yu and others, have held Yu City against the Chu army, repelling their attacks several times. They breached the city two or three times, but we drove them out each time.”

Lan Yu realized at once—perhaps Ivan’s team had been spotted by Wang Mei and her group.

“Heh… Brother Cheng… Guo Qiyun… could you let us through?” Ming Fan had barely spoken when Wang Tianfeng and Ming Lou each grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside, shutting the door with a bang. Ming Cheng and Guo Qiyun exchanged sympathetic looks.