Volume 1, Chapter 55: I Don't Have WeChat

Fortunately, the situation was far from being that desperate. A few seconds later, two hooting sounds of an owl echoed from the jungle—the pre-arranged safety signal indicating that our own people had returned.

However, the underlying ideology of this entirely differed from the remarks made by Talent Chu back during his "Longzhong Plan".

Once the meeting concluded, the deputy company commander was extremely busy and hurried to head down the mountain. But Radio Operator Zhu was still lingering among the locals, and Xiang Qianjin, fearing he might be left behind, asked if the deputy company commander could wait a little longer so they could leave together.

"Hahaha! Two hares! We're going to have a hearty feast this time!" Xiong Guoqing was overjoyed, his eyes shining brightly as he rubbed his hands together and took one from Xiang Qianjin.

The coalition forces responsible for blocking these two thousand men were like a rotten log placed before a roaring flood; the moment the crest of the flood struck, with a loud crash, it would be smashed into dust and vanish without a trace.

After letting out a breath, Xiang Qianjin raised his eyes and noticed a vague figure approaching the edge of the cliff ahead. He quickly looked through his binoculars and realized it was one of their own.

This goes to show that if one's personal cultivation is not deep enough and one's strength not strong enough, one should not bother playing the game of subduing others with virtue.

Of course, it was not until she entered the research institute that Viana learned that the technology of the Great Ming was not so advanced that she needed to look up to it with awe.

As it happened, Scout Captain Zhang was leading the group down the mountain and, passing nearby, heard the cries for help, so he brought two squads over. Not long after the capture squad and fire control squad left, Li Guoshi and Wang Zongbao followed as well, leaving only Xiang Qianjin and Old Pao-yan behind to guard the prisoner.

Because Xue Hao possessed the Heaven-tier Fire Spirit Seed, the spiritual energy within his body had transformed into fire spiritual energy. If word of this got out, it would surely shock the experts of the realm.

Bai Chi was not a genuine friend of Director Zhao, but merely an acquaintance. Therefore, the moment he saw that Director Zhao was displeased, he immediately bowed and scraped his way out.

A Taoist priest, identical to him in every way, down to his mount, appeared out of thin air right before his eyes.

"May God protect the British Empire from harm, and let God punish those who sold their consciences to Satan," Terry whispered.

Passing through a corridor, the three of them entered a bright and spacious living room, which was usually where Yi Xiaoya had her meals.

At this moment, they also noticed something different about the assembly hall: a massive array was drawn on the ground, and a lonely stone gate stood right in the center.

In the Purple Firmament Immortal Realm, there were far too many people like this who, for various reasons, had foreseen the future or lived a second life, thereby escaping their original destiny.

Xiang Yangxi did not know how to respond and muttered, "Not yet, not yet." Disregarding whatever Xiang Yangxi had replied, Bing Yimei spoke directly to Xue Hao. Now that everyone had brought it up, it was clear that Bing Yimei was intentionally making things difficult for Xue Hao.

His treasured sword was exceptionally sharp—a rare and formidable divine weapon. This was a good thing, but sometimes a good thing could turn into a bad one, much like the present moment.

With that, Chen Xinnan walked toward the room of Mammy Qing, motioning for her three sons behind her to follow. She paid no mind to the profound impact her words would have on them.

The sudden explosion caused the protest scene to completely spin out of control. With continuous explosions echoing from the neighboring streets, Yang Buer concluded that these were the results of the explosives carried by the other individuals being detonated.

Now that Nie Tian was so anxious to enter the Jinlan Sect, it meant that the conventional method of entering through the sect's grand recruitment tournament was no longer viable for him.

Chen Xinnan inspected the surrounding environment and glanced down into the valley below. A single look was enough to take in everything that had transpired in the valley beneath her feet. The carcasses of wild boars were piled high, the ground was crisscrossed with sword Qi, and the cliff walls bore all manner of scars left by supernatural attacks.

There are no impenetrable walls in this world, especially when this wall stands in a place as exceptionally sensitive as the Golden Triangle.

Gu Chen tried to pry apart Lan Dongyao's hands, but found it difficult to do so; she was holding on too tightly, and if Gu Chen used too much force, he feared he might hurt her.

Chen Qing did not spell it out completely, but she figured she understood what those words implied.

"Your imitation of the Ghost Rakshasa's voice just now was utterly terrible!" Lan Dongyao said with an amused expression.

Having figured it out, Chen Xinnan intended to get up, but her peripheral vision happened to catch the red bean necklace worn around Chen Xiaoqing's neck, and her eyes lit up.

Over here, a change had occurred, though the chieftain naturally had not noticed it yet. He merely felt that the wine grew more potent the more he drank, and unconsciously desired a few more cups. Everyone's attention was focused entirely on the wine and food, so naturally, no one paid attention to these details.

Just as Zhu Renjun frowned and pondered how to complete the dual task, a gust of cool wind surged into his body.

"Miss Feng, are you feeling better?" Zhou Ke'an asked somewhat uneasily at that moment, for he was about to trouble Feng Qing once again.

Having just stepped onto the edge of the cockpit canopy and steadied his stance, and before he could even put Sheryl down, Shiran heard a collision from beside him and turned his head in sudden astonishment. He saw Graham awkwardly hugging Nalo as they sat down, while Nalo rubbed her forehead in resignation as she looked helplessly at Graham.

"What are Tang Yang and the others here for? I have matters to attend to today and no time to entertain them," President Huang stated the truth.

In the end, Wang Zhong successfully breached the layers of encirclement to reach his destination—the border between Yanzhou and Lingzhou.

"Therefore, I also feel that my decision back then was entirely correct, signing a one-year exclusive cooperation agreement with President Xu. I wonder if President Xu is willing to renew it? Huawei can offer even more favorable terms," Zhou Nan probed tentatively.