Chapter 57: No Scallion Stands Tall
“The group led by Jia Hanze has been exposed.”
In a room somewhere in Quetta, a man with a thick beard was making a phone call to his employer.
“What, are you scared?”
A faintly mocking voice came from the other end of the line, making it clear he cared nothing for the fate of these men.
“For victory, our warriors fear nothing—not even death!” the bearded man said in a low voice. There was no organization in the world more resilient than theirs; for the holy war, all of them were prepared to sacrifice themselves at any moment.
She stared at him in a daze as his face drew closer and closer. Startled, she was about to move away, but he laughed softly. As she tried to escape, he caught her lips in his, not giving her the slightest chance to flee. The kiss he had long dreamed of finally came true in this moment.
Because of the relentless heat, almost everyone within eight hundred miles of Fire Mountain had fled—the ones left behind were mostly monsters.
The Duke paid no attention to his son who was still stunned, and without hesitation, pressed him to the ground, forcing him to kneel.
Picking up a few copper coins that had just exploded on the ground, Nan Ke planned to return to the novice village to turn in his first quest.
His twin whips might not be famous, but they were genuine treasures forged after birth. Yet this old priest treated them as if they were mere noodles, stretching them out at will.
Zhang Qingsong spoke calmly, a smile always lingering on his lips. In this way, it was clear that Zhang Qingsong had changed a great deal from before. Only now did he truly resemble a gentleman of the Zhang family.
Qin Jin hadn’t reacted in time, but Liu Xiaomeng rushed forward. When he saw Liu Xiaomeng’s body being flung through the air, he immediately leaped, catching her in his arms.
Still, he didn’t hold much hope. Reputation was a precious thing—few possessed any, and after working for so long, he had rarely seen anyone able to use reputation to purchase goods.
She began to doubt herself; perhaps she had underestimated the male protagonist’s twisted psyche. She wondered if there was any hope left.
Yuelu Lishan responded, wasting not a moment before soaring into the sky, flying rapidly down the mountain.
His body was ravaged, and everywhere he looked was filled with white bone and a bleak atmosphere, like a burning dead tree that, after the flames roared, gradually faded to ashes.
Bai Yu’s luck had been absolutely abysmal lately; he even lost the Bai Group.
Bai Shao grinned at Bai Yu, her exquisitely beautiful, almond-shaped eyes squinting into lines, making her look like a lovable fool.
As Si Mo finished speaking, he opened his palm, and instantly Bai Shao was enveloped in a halo of white light.
Hearing her father’s name, Zhao Xiran felt a pang in her heart, her eyes stinging with tears. She forced herself to suppress the sourness, her gaze sharp as she looked at Mr. Chen.
After hearing Tian Buqi’s story, the agents of the Military Intelligence Division sighed quietly. It seemed one could never trust too much in the tales of novels. In any case, everyone’s goal was Dingbei City, so Chen Zheng and his companions invited the old man to journey with them. It would be safer and more convenient to travel together.
After listening to Chen Jin’s explanation, Elder Wang took another pair of chopsticks from the basket on the table, placed a piece of cake into his disciple’s bowl, and glanced at two constables nearby.
Liu Fang was a decisive woman. She crouched beside Qiao An, carefully handling his corpse. Even with a mask, her expressionless face was impossible to hide.
Chen Zheng signaled for everyone to slow their horses and searched for a suitable spot to set up camp for the night.
Wang Tian immediately noticed something amiss, but he didn’t intend to expose it here. He wouldn’t believe everything Xiang Ye Xue said—not out of distrust, but because if Xiang Ye Xue harbored any ill intentions toward him, the system would never count her among his fans.
Every time he went to the stables to train, he found the Yongan Army’s Night Patrols already diligently practicing. Their shouts and the sound of hooves resounded together. Although their riding skills were already superb in Zhou Baotai’s eyes, they continued to train tirelessly.