26 A Day in the Life of Warwick Campus

Wang Yuehan suddenly threw herself into her arms, holding her tightly, unable to contain her emotions any longer, and burst into tears.

Compared to Luo Wusheng, the “outsider,” life was far from peaceful for the third and fourth young masters of the Three Cities.

“Why are you here? Why did you join the sect back then?” Ye Ge finally spoke. How he longed for Shen Xu to give him a reasonable excuse, but he knew that was impossible. The swirling details in his mind had already decided this question was futile.

Luo Wusheng resumed his normal posture, expressionless as he looked at the ancient ghost-faced jade. “What’s wrong with me?” he said, his left eyebrow twitching slightly, almost teasingly.

At Zhixing Hall, the matriarch lay bedridden, battered and bruised, looking like someone on the verge of death, unable to even sit up. But when Cheng Yanzhong arrived, she stubbornly forced herself to sit upright, regaining her dignified bearing and the commanding presence of the family’s head.

Amidst the bloody turmoil on the table, Cheng Dizhi, head of the family, remained silent: “The matriarch has taken charge of this matter; I have no intention of getting involved. Today, Yao’s words have already given me enough to worry about.”

At this moment, the third young master hid inside the factory, wearing glasses. Recently, he had noticed his vision worsening, mainly from drawing too much. Even in his free time, he had to study three-dimensional blueprints, which was mentally exhausting.

Using standardized rifle ammunition, Li Jian was already considering switching to pistol rounds, as the independent detachment was suffering a severe shortage of rifle bullets.

It was Lü Qiong, who had been crying continuously, who finally spoke. Her voice was like a whisper from the underworld, silencing everyone present.

Li Jian carefully circled around Bai Hezi, his impolite behavior arousing the political commissar’s suspicion, while the American soldiers behind grew increasingly annoyed.

She wanted to speak again but was pinched on the arm by Liu Siyuan. Only then did she realize that when Xu Yiming spoke about Guo Mi, he was serious, not joking, and she understood that Xu Yiming’s relationship with Guo Mi was abnormal.

Since the decision to negotiate had been made, Li Xu no longer held anything back. He straightforwardly revealed the true form of the Dingyuan Tower in the void, accompanied by Xiong Kaishan, Ke Zhiyuan, and Lei Qianshan.

A miraculous scene unfolded as Jin Yun activated the Fengchi acupoint. His facial muscles twitched continuously, frightening in their intensity. The bones in his head crackled sharply, and the shape of his skull changed with each sound.

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Su You remained silent upon hearing this, pretending not to have heard it, but inwardly he smirked coldly.

“What’s the situation outside?” After finishing, Huang Yan collected himself and asked the large group of attendants nearby.

The timid old man before them was likely a political appointee who gained the position of Chenliu registrar by leveraging connections and donating supplies.

“Pfft…” Mo Liyan transformed his battle saint technique, as if forging a divine furnace filled with the most intense and terrifying flames, capable of incinerating all things and wreaking havoc in all directions.

Without hesitation, I pushed the old, rusty Jialing motorcycle from the living room outside and tried to start it for a long time. Frustrated by the failure, I finally gave up and pushed it back in.

Seeing the cold, emotionless gaze from the other side, Zhang Hailiang felt a chill run down his spine. He suddenly recalled the habitual glare of the boss back when he was in the detention center.

Therefore, on one hand, Ma Jianyao risked his life searching everywhere for useful supplies, while on the other, he was frugal himself, not washing for ten or fifteen days at a stretch, usually just wiping with water. Today was considered a rare act of kindness.

“Unexpectedly, it’s the Sword of Justice. This path will be arduous,” Fanyue murmured as she watched Xuanyue’s fading figure.

Even so, this outcome was far better than the grim vision from the prophecy. Light’s longsword nearly cleaved the Minotaur priest’s lingering shadow in two—this attack came without any warning from the one who suddenly leapt out of the abyss.

Afterward, the Capture God promptly knocked Leng Xue unconscious. Ruthless, seeing this, tried to control him but failed.

“But... I want revenge. I must rely on the power of the Qin Empire. By myself, I cannot oppose a nation. Moreover, the constraints of the Human Alliance prevent me from targeting a royal family,” Xuanyue said gloomily.

Even the semi-immortal Sanpo lost several, sometimes dozens, each year. Wars between races, especially unrestrained ones, meant death was inevitable and unavoidable.

One-eyed Dragon Nick Fury felt this was beneficial for America and decisively ordered the television station to broadcast live.

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If captured, it would be the greatest achievement of his life, leaving no regrets in his military career.

Elsewhere, Light was caught completely off guard by the sudden attack and instinctively struck back at the Fire Man.

At the mansion, Chen Feng had removed his disguise, restored his true identity, and briefly reported the situation to Chen Ju in the simplest terms, excluding his own deductions.

“What?” Jiang exclaimed in shock. At that moment, he received a text message. Checking his phone, panic gripped him—every penny in his domestic and overseas bank accounts had vanished without a trace.

Under Song Mingyu’s gentle gaze, Mu Jinglan and Mu Shiling’s complexions softened with a faint blush, and even Chen Wanxiang seemed momentarily distracted.

“What? Laundry? That’s not my responsibility, is it? Isn’t that the laundry room’s job?” Song Yiyi was taken aback.

Song Yiyi couldn’t help but laugh, refusing to take his growling, fierce demeanor seriously.

Of course, Lin Zhidong had handled the situation well this time. Knowing that continuing to make a fuss would only allow him to easily deal with this group, he chose to play the good guy at the crucial moment.

“Damn... How could Guan Chenji say such a thing? A business trip... what kind of excuse is that? Why not just be straightforward and say, ‘I don’t want you dating Song Ximing; I want to date you’?”