Chapter 59: The Image Was Already Shattered Long Ago

"You guys carry on. I have something to take care of and need to step out for a bit. I'll come back tonight and continue watching."
"If anything important comes up, just give me a call."
With that, Qi Yuzhou gave me a knowing look, picked up his car keys, and walked straight out.
Judging by Qi Yuzhou's expression, I could guess that it was probably about Jin Siqi.
......
Ariel across from her did not keep Chris waiting for long. After about ten seconds or so, Ariel's aura surged to the absolute maximum limit she could achieve.
A chaotic flurry of footsteps echoed from the courtyard outside. Wanfuli, struggling and shouldering the heavily intoxicated and semi-conscious Fang Jiren, pushed open the door and stumbled into the foyer.
Ao Lingxue's once-bright eyes dimmed significantly in an instant; she had thought Li Si would leave with her as well.
The Laundry Bureau, as the name implied, was a specialized department in the palace dedicated to providing laundry services for the imperial family and relatives.
Seeing his lazy and nonchalant demeanor, Liu Jianguo strongly suspected that his superior's order might be somewhat tainted by subjectivism. Could a person like this really be recruited? If so, at least a large majority of the capital's tens of thousands of police officers could meet this standard.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, he saw Ying Kun standing dumbfounded with his mouth wide open, though no sound came out. A torrent of fresh blood gushed straight from his mouth.
"However, did he leave without saying anything because he knew this, or did he never intend for me to return to the Floating Abyss Hall with him at all?" Yinling murmured softly to herself in her heart.
Everyone's gaze locked onto Wang Xi. Who would have expected that one day, their lives would actually depend on a cat?
He skillfully stepped into the elevator, retrieved his keys, and instinctively pushed back the milk-white ball of fur that was trying to poke its head out—there were security cameras in the elevator.
The fierce battle dragged on amidst the mutual slaughter of hundreds of thousands of skeleton troops, and the vanguard forces on both sides suffered heavy casualties.
"Anger!" many people blurted out as the first to answer. Jiang Zhenyu played another picture, showing a leopard wearing the exact same baring-teeth expression.
With only three meters between them, Ringer did not make a move immediately; he maintained a posture of strict vigilance.
"Sir, what should we do?" Old Zhou asked in a low voice, looking somewhat apprehensive since their usual training had never reached this level of difficulty.
The crowd only felt a blur before their eyes, and the plainly dressed yet extraordinarily poised old man suddenly held a piece of white cloth in his hand.
It continued running forward with its lower body while the upper body collapsed to the ground, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the corpse.

Terrified that Liu Fuquan might misplace the jade, Chen Yuan grew somewhat anxious, forgetting to even use the title "Immortal Venerable."
As a Qi-refining practitioner, within this limited energy tier, completely eliminating his opponent was indeed no easy task.
Driven by the desire to pick the softest persimmon, the people of the state of Wu chose to charge at Gemuro's artificial magical beast army, intending to forcefully carve a bloody path right through the ranks of the artificial beasts.
"Master, my family is holding a Buddhist memorial service. I wonder if you might have some time?" The person speaking was dressed in quite decent attire; in this era, a person's financial background could easily be determined at a glance by their clothes.
That morning, while enjoying a delicious breakfast served by his servants and still pondering how to watch Hyper-Dimension Technologies forced into an IPO, Smock died at the dining table of his own manor as a result of a conspiracy.
Later on, even when Coach Xu arrived and noticed the sudden influx of people in the computer room, he casually asked Hero Ren about it. Hearing that it was the competition prodigy Lin Lin's match, he simply turned a blind eye, closed his eyes to it, and asked no further questions.
It is rumored that Menges, the leader of the "Western Boys," put up a desperate resistance during this skirmish and was ultimately gunned down in the melee by British special forces soldiers.
He Feng was talking about some aspects of college life, but they were actually the memories of his university days from his past life. Because in this current lifetime, the only experience that gave him anything to talk about—and left a deep impression—was that single graduation trip; for the rest of the time, He Feng had practically devoted himself entirely to martial arts cultivation and training.