Chapter 82: Please, Make Yourself at Home

Early the next morning, just as Zhang Liang and his companions had finished breakfast, a middle-aged woman arrived accompanied by a bodyguard who exuded an air of sophistication.

“Mr. Yang.”

Tong Wanxin promptly stood to shake her hand, and the others hurriedly rose to show their respect. Though she was a woman, she had commanded the chaotic landscape of Africa for years, and her contributions to establishing the overseas intelligence district for China were legendary. Under her leadership, the African division had firmly taken root; now, even the French intelligence bureau would find her a formidable rival—a true iron lady.

Though Lu Zhi lamented the situation, he understood well that what appeared to be a local shift in power would have far-reaching consequences. Even if the King of Jiangdu left Jizhou one day, he would find it difficult to escape its shadow; this was not something to be taken lightly.

At his words, not only Huan Yi and Zao Song, but even Hong Qian found himself uneasy.

He had wandered this barren wilderness for a long time, never finding a way out. There was no sign of human activity here: no smoke rising, no thatched huts, no barking dogs, no crowing roosters, no fields tilled, no irrigation ditches, no fruit trees, not even the droppings of wild beasts, the calls of birds, or the low hum of insects.

Though they appeared solid, there was an inexplicable transparency, as if the sunlight could partly pass through their bodies. The breeze lifted the hem of their garments, making them seem ethereal.

The participants in this operation had privately discussed it many times before its execution, which allowed for such a grand undertaking. Everyone had anticipated some of the difficulties they would encounter along the way.

“I understand. When do I depart?” His voice trembled, so unsteady that he could scarcely control it.

The protagonist was moved to tears with joy, and, like the others, wanted to know the names of the heroes who had succeeded in defeating the Demon King.

“You are indeed forthright. But what is your wager? Your ship alone won’t suffice,” Luo Sheng asked with a smile.

In the heart of the frigid northern polar icefield stood a towering mountain of ice, its peak lost in the clouds. Upon the mountain was a palace—the sacred ground of the barbarians of the northern icefield, and now the palace of their king.

Today, following the prelude of Music Bank, was their true stage. With their current scores, they hadn’t even qualified as contenders for first place.

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The older policeman glanced at him, then smiled kindly at Xu Keke, his tone gentle as if afraid to frighten her.

Hui Fang was somewhat changed; Xu Keke noticed the smile on her face, a smile of genuine happiness—the first time Xu Keke had seen such joy since arriving in this world.

The abdominal cavity was not yet too contaminated; the pus was minimal and wrapped within the greater omentum, not yet spreading to other organs.

He needed detailed information on New Harbor Pharmaceuticals and Zhuang Jiye; Che Tou could only gather publicly available gossip, but if Zhuang Jiye had a presence in the underworld, Che Tou should be able to find traces as well.

“Forget it. I’d rather die than bow to a woman! Hmph, you want me to apologize to a lady? Only if the sun rises in the west!” Mad Ox was stubborn, oblivious to Li Lianfu’s constant winks.

He eagerly unrolled the poetry scroll, stealing a glance at Ling Chen who stood nearby.

Every city had slots to enter the treasure land. Yayu City, lacking a great demon, had fewer spots—but Mu Ze easily secured a slot, in fact, five spots.

“Brother Shang is young too. With this face, some would believe you’re my twin brother,” Bai Qijin laughed, patting Leng Hanshang’s back.

“Your family? Let’s not kid ourselves. With your mother, there’s no way she’d agree,” Li Bo said bluntly, giving away the truth without a second thought.