Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Transaction

When he returned to the yamen, Zhao Tie was already waiting at the entrance: "My lord, a fire broke out at the diplomatic mission as well!"

Lu Yunduan paused in his steps: "When did this happen?"

"Shortly after the fire in the west of the city," Zhao Tie hurried to keep up. "However, the fire wasn't large and was quickly put out."

"Any casualties?"

Lin Weize stumbled as he pushed open the door of the bar, half-leaning against the railing as he sat down by the roadside. Fortunately, he was wearing the duckbill cap he had taken from Wu He, which provided some disguise.

Carl scratched his head foolishly and sheepishly like a child, looking somewhat at a loss.

More importantly, his mission this time was to be responsible for the security of Sakata Takeju. With Sakata Takeju targeted and shot by an assassin, he was inevitably to blame.

Furthermore, these two snakeskin bags and woven bags should serve the same purpose; they likely contained a massive amount of cash. And shortly thereafter, right inside this hotel, a large-scale drug transaction was supposed to take place.

Zhou Dadun absorbed the endless energy within the heavenly tribulation in the Tribulation World, while the monsters outside were undergoing mutations.

The mention of guards ignited a fierce fighting spirit within Rolling Knife. This grudge had to be settled, absolutely settled; even if not for himself, he had to avenge the deceased Zhen Sanjiang.

As a result, this hired hand was not only thinking about bringing in foreign capital, but also seemed to have ideas of striking out on his own. Although the inside story was unclear, in his view, it was nothing short of wishful thinking.

This question left Lu Zhandong momentarily silent. The old Lu family were ordinary commoners; had it not been for the allowances Lu Zhandong mailed back, their lives would be no different from anyone else's.

Daniel didn't react much. She wasn't the type to scatter things randomly, so there was no need to guess whose cloth scraps these belonged to.

Chu Xinghuo and the others felt the entire heaven and earth shake as a terrifying aura emanated from Yifeng's formation array.

Well, having stayed by a boss like Fu Shijin for so long, his speech naturally exuded a frosty aloofness.

Relaxing as she got along with Tian Xin, Lou Xuerou discovered that this was a sense of ease no one else could replace.

"Yang Fan is not trouble, he is my boyfriend!" I looked at Lu Ran with displeasure, feeling resentful in my heart.

When our family went downstairs, Bao Yuanyuan's parents were still sitting in the living room. Jiang Yang sat upright on the sofa to their side, lowering his head and gazing at the cup of tea on the coffee table in silence.

The chubby old man was picking up the food on the plate with his chopsticks, sizing it up with disdain, as though he hadn't heard the flurry of discussions behind him at all.

The matter of opening a branch indeed tempted Chu He. The location of his current shop was simply too remote, with far too little foot traffic.

Lin Jiajia waited from morning till afternoon. Just when she thought he wouldn't show up today, news finally came that Fu Shijin was on his way.

"It's the people from this shop!" Lin Shifeng hesitated slightly, then pointed at the shop before him.

He touched his chest, but felt nothing at all, as if everything prior had merely been an illusion.

A gloomy-looking elder's eyes turned icy, his body darting like lightning. Wielding a bronze hammer in his hand, he intercepted the Northern Star blade aura right in the mid-air.

On the true path of the future, with the breeze blowing, sleeves fluttering, years flowing as youth fades, holding the hand of one's beloved, growing old together side by side—why bother with all that killing and fighting?

Kongsang Ling'er gazed into the firmament, looking at the spatial rift in the starry sky connecting the nine provinces of the mortal realm to its end, and sighed softly.

In fact, it wasn't just Liu Tong; apart from a few figures from the Halls of Yama, the supreme deities from the three ancient religions and seven ancient clans were all obscure, seed-level figures whom very few people recognized.

Her hair was gathered into a bun at the back, pinned with a kingfisher-feathered golden hairpin in the shape of a butterfly. The butterfly trembled and shifted, as if it were about to fly away.