Chapter 40: A Taste of Their Own Medicine, Looking Down on Them with Disdain!

Duan Fei did not bring a large contingent; accompanied only by Su Rong and Hua Ming, he arrived before the gates of Longfu Temple.

The collision of spiritual power erupted as Feng Lin’s Tang saber struck the fist of an opponent at the Blood-Refining realm, sending waves of energy surging outward.

The two searched again, even resorting to hoes to dig a foot into the earth. They gradually recovered bowls, chopsticks, wine cups, incense sticks, and straw ropes. The broken porcelain shards were enough to piece together four large bowls, yet the murder weapon was nowhere to be found; it was unclear whether it had been discarded into the lake.

After all, the League of Nations representatives still took orders from the orthodox Vichy France, rather than that "puppet government" of de Gaulle. In other words, the two permanent members of the League were no longer the unified front they once were.

Checking the time, he saw it was already the early hours of the morning. They could set off after resting a little longer; Feng Lin was already feeling impatient.

The blood on Feng Lin’s body did not drip down; instead, it drifted slowly toward the back of his head, forming a circular disc.

"With so many of you attacking at once, you are being utterly overbearing. I shall not let you have your way—I’m joining in!" Wang Deng roared as he charged into the fray.

"Disciples of the Flying Star Sect, form the array!" The Taiyi Loose Immortal of the Flying Star Sect also noticed the situation behind him and shouted without hesitation.

He wanted to learn, yet he did not know when the creature would open its maw, which was filled with jagged teeth from a monstrous birth, suddenly snatching someone up and tossing them into its gullet.

The sound came from outside the door. It was neither someone from the company nor one of Poison Scorpion’s men. The visitor wore a mask, and their entire body exuded the scent of seaweed—a foul and unpleasant odor.

"Guys, we’re all so familiar, do we really need to be this serious?" Tian Yu was terrified that the security guards would discover the hidden knife on his person, so he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with these men he usually didn't bother acknowledging.

Before long, the curtain of night began to descend upon the city, draping it in a hazy and mysterious cloak.

Tian Yu smiled to himself, thinking, "That was close, I almost let it slip. If you found out I was betting with Fatty and the others on whether I could woo you, I’d be completely done for."

His mind could not help but conjure up her elegant and beautiful smile, her calm and indifferent gaze, and the lovely image of her working with dedication.

The money wasn't much, but to a farmer, spending it on a comb felt wasteful. The two-dollar comb they had at home had lasted years and hadn't broken; surely it was more durable than this one? Cheng Sheng tugged at Mo Lu’s arm, shaking his head to signal him not to buy it.

He was just about to fly into a rage, but then he reconsidered. Throughout the entire nation, who didn't know that Jian Man belonged to the Mu Tu Gui faction? Moreover, he understood her character better than anyone; once she had set her heart on a person or a matter, she would not easily change. To make her a spy for the Emperor—how could that ever be easy?

Cao Feng had never witnessed such a spectacle, so he faltered at the entrance, looking quite awkward.

Even in ranked matches, this hero’s pick rate was no longer high; he had even been excluded from the top-lane roster, relegated to the bottom lane as a support.

If the grain and fodder supplies were cut off, the southern expeditionary army would surely be unable to sustain itself, and defeat would be inevitable. Given the Emperor’s personality, he would never be content with failure and would certainly levy heavy taxes and conscript soldiers. The result would be that the people could no longer survive, leading them to rise in rebellion, and the empire would ultimately collapse amidst the gathering storm.

Sisi watched Ye Feng’s back, biting her cherry lips lightly, her beautiful eyes filled with a hazy expression as she turned to walk toward where Yu Fengwu was.

"Who on earth is this person, to be capable of causing such a massive stir? Could he have already ascended to become a Saint?" This was the question hidden in the hearts of countless masters; even those who were half-step Saints would not dare claim they could unleash the full power of a Saint artifact.

Shi Yong burst into laughter upon hearing Qu Bing’s words. "You’re really something. How do you even think of these things?" No longer joking with Qu Bing, Shi Yong asked in earnest.

Suddenly learning of such matters, Chu Mengyao’s words began to spin endlessly in Luo Haoning’s mind.

Ye Feng sheathed his Dragon-Scale Saber and walked over to observe closely. He discovered that the blood-red mannequin was indeed no longer moving and finally breathed a sigh of relief. It had been sliced in two; if it could still move, it would truly be defying the laws of heaven. What exactly was this thing?

Lu Shi looked at the sky; before he realized it, the sun was already setting. Although their conversation was far from finished, everything that needed to be said had been said, and everything that needed to be understood had been grasped. All that remained was the cooperation.

Leading the way, Gao Yaowuyun did not look back, waving his hand to signal, "Boss, just follow. Five thieves, five horses, there’s no mistake." As they spoke, the party had already reached the Fucheng Gate in the west of the city, where a tense and rigorous atmosphere permeated the city gates.

Tan Nuoxuan’s words caused Luo Haochen to furrow his brows. He understood her meaning; although he had been furious just moments ago, Tan Nuoxuan truly cared for her cousin and did not want him to end up lonely and heartbroken, embarking on a path of no return in love after driving Yun Mengxue away.

Watching Luo Haochen’s retreating back, and noting his sudden change in attitude—no longer pursuing her relentlessly—Yun Mengxue felt as if she had just been carried high into the clouds by a giant bird, only to be suddenly cast into a bottomless abyss in a fleeting moment of uncertainty.

Yue Shuzhi thought of something, and a look of tenderness overflowed from her eyes. She smiled before she began to move.

"This boss, I wonder how big you want to play, and how many chips do you need to exchange?" the bespectacled man asked respectfully.

Her face was twisted in agony, and having been tortured, it had lost all color, turning deathly pale as if she had just walked through the gates of hell.

Xiao Ye remained silent upon hearing this. The cigarette in his hand burned down to the filter. Xiao Ye just stared fixedly at the cigarette, his thoughts churning through his mind. In truth, he was not entirely unaware of the things the government official had mentioned.