Chapter 55 Who is Pulling the Strings Behind the Scenes
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Feng Ruqing’s fingertips lightly brushed the ledger; the ink’s residual warmth seeped through the paper, carrying a faint, barely perceptible chill. The accounts were filled with dense, endless numbers, yet to her eyes they resembled a series of grimacing faces, each telling tales of greed and injustice. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she scrutinized every expense, her fingers pausing over several unreasonable allocations, causing her brows to knit involuntarily. The atmosphere seemed to hum with unease, disrupting the once lighthearted mood.
Murong Jialan suddenly caught a strange scent—fresh and natural—that invigorated her spirit as if she had breathed in pure oxygen. Deep within, Xu Chang’an secretly wished Yu Huatian would defy orders; that way, he would have an excuse to unleash carnage without restraint. Every system existed to serve the military; Liu Bei’s ambition was to forge the nation into a formidable war machine, one capable of establishing a foothold in Tianzhu. Su He stared at the tool bag, an eerie dread creeping over him as he imagined a corpse hidden inside. The meeting lasted an entire afternoon, and just as Wang Changqing prepared to take his leave and flee, an unforeseen event occurred. Due to the influx of new talent into the group, their benefits operated under a different system; although the laboratory was impoverished, it still maintained its official status under the state.
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Min Zhengming stepped down from the front passenger seat and opened the rear door, helping Jiang Chengye out alongside Jiang Jixuan. As she entered the military headquarters, Deputy Officer Bai found her immediately, informing her that no information had been found on Shi Jiuli; Shi Miwei expressed her thanks. Guan Wei approached the restroom, ready to shower, only to find that no hot water came out; he had to settle for a quick wipe and a simple wash-up. Yao Jingyun was furious to the point of near madness, surrounded by several menacing fiends whose eyes locked onto him; he dared not make a move. “This punch was only seventy percent strength, yet it was so terrifying—could this be the power of a quasi-saint?” he thought grimly. “I just asked Mom how Yang the caretaker could lend her the phone. She said she had to give away all her jewelry… all for just five minutes of phone time with me! Yang the caretaker is truly merciless!” Yu Sheng was filled with rage. Shen Huai said with a domineering tone, “You will agree in the end; the process does not matter, only the result.” Yuchi Xinhan harbored little worry deep down; after all, with Xiao Ting’s skills, even without encountering the Ninth Prince, she would be fine. What could be so important to cause her such melancholy and negative emotions? Outside the gate, the street was packed with onlookers. Though no one openly stared, the entire street was nearly impassable, and even the rooftops across the street were crowded with heads.
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In an instant, the three five-star masters of the Martial Alliance were all injured, barely holding on under the enemy’s relentless assault, struggling to survive. She deliberately emphasized the words “with her own hands,” for not everyone could endure the horrors of dark cuisine. Murong Li was already in a foul mood; upon hearing the two maids say they wanted to take her away, she instantly flew into a rage. Suddenly, the chairman of Huatian Entertainment Group on the other end of the phone fell silent, his expression shifting abruptly; his hand trembled, nearly dropping the phone. Zhou Ping was resolute in refusing to go to Ghost Valley; she was certain Wu Sheng could not violate the Three Realms’ restrictions to bring others and disrupt the balance of Yin and Yang, nor did he have the connections with the Ghost King like Zheng Yu, so she wore a fearless facade. The man before her was as tall as he had been over a decade ago, his tone just as gentle—but ultimately, he was different now. Sweat beaded instantly on Su Nan’s forehead; the excruciating pain from her severed arm sharpened her senses, yet she clenched her teeth, a faint smile lingering at the corner of her mouth. The atmosphere inside the private room was warm and convivial; everyone drank together and chatted, their hearty laughter spilling beyond the room’s walls.