Volume 1 Chapter 36 Three Hundred Thousand

Once I entered this line of work, Kang Youwei and I both changed our attire.

Floral shirts and thick gold chains.

Of course, the shirts were real, but the chains were fake.

However, after wearing fakes for long enough, one starts to believe they are real...

We learned to walk with our hands in our pockets, to look at people with cold eyes, to keep a cigarette dangling from our lips at all times, and to carry weapons on us wherever we went...

Kang Youwei, in particular, became unstoppable after using his weapon to put on a show of force while collecting a couple of simple debts...

He seemed to grow fond of this imposing feeling; not only did he start wearing sunglasses, but he also went out of his way to get a tattoo, and he always liked to keep his weapon exposed at his waistband.

He would also spend time in nightclubs, just like Young Master Jie and his crew...

For a moment, neither of them knew how to break the silence, and an awkward atmosphere began to rise between them.

Because no one knew what kind of tricks this two-faced Xu Xianrou would pull next.

In that situation, how could he possibly walk away? Even if he had a belly full of words, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to the princess who had fallen from heaven to hell overnight.

Fu Chengjue walked over to the police car and gave a few brief instructions to the officers, who then stepped aside. Fu Chengjue bent his tall frame and climbed into the car.

On the day she was to return, Liang Yimo woke up early and got ready, waiting for Ye Chen to come and pick her up. Instead, Li Yue arrived, saying that Ye Chen had already rushed back the night before and had sent him to take them home; during this time, Ye Chen hadn't even made a single phone call.

Fu Chengjue understood Qin Huan's body better than anyone; every one of her pleasure points and sensitive spots was at his fingertips.

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Liang Yimo had thought he was already being cold to her, but after hearing how he spoke to the person on the phone, she realized his attitude toward her moments ago had actually been quite gentle.

With an almost defiant air, Xu Xianrou pressed herself close to Beiming Ye, hooked a piece of cream cake with her index finger, and fed it into his mouth.

Zhou Ze gestured for him to rise. "Thank you for leading the way, Eunuch. How is the Emperor? I must see him immediately."

Zhang Dahai seemed truly desperate. Under Ke Han's reproaches, he saw his own inadequacies and ignorance. Suddenly, he picked up a short blade from the ground and slashed it toward his own throat.

At that moment, Lu Guang was perhaps merely an insignificant pawn, and Duan Ye didn't even qualify to be a pawn. The current players on the board were Fu Jian and Xie An. If history remained unchanged, then Liu Laozhi and Zhu Xu might be the key moves in this game.

Yamaguchi Kazuo closed in on Su Changsheng, a murderous glint in his eyes, and held his samurai sword to Su Changsheng’s neck.

He Yue looked at this classmate of Fang Junping's. He hadn't expected this young man to tell at a glance that he had undergone special training. It seemed this person was not simple either. To have such observational skills at such a young age—he would surely be a capable soldier once he entered the military.

Machi only felt something pass through his body, like a gentle breeze. While still in mid-air, he saw the other members of the formation below, including the other two Level 5s, all looking as if they had been punched in the stomach, their eyes rolling back as they collapsed to the ground.

At the time, seeing the mud-caked turtle and the expectant, brownish-red, weathered face of the old man, Ke Han had believed it. Without hesitation, he pulled out his wallet, took out two hundred-yuan notes, and traded them for that wild turtle. Thinking he’d gotten a bargain, he happily carried it home to honor his father.

The soldiers at the gate of the Prefect’s mansion had all been killed, and now the group was using a battering ram to smash the doors.

"What do you plan to do once we enter the city?" Lu You didn't seem to have any intention of causing trouble for him.

Still a step too late! But then again, even if he had arrived earlier, what could he have done? Who could defeat the Great Demon Emperor?

"We must break through. No matter the cost, we must break through." Liu Chong was issuing orders to a dozen scouts. The sounds of battle from the direction of Tanshui yesterday had been deafening, far louder than ever before, and then, a few hours later, an astonishing silence had returned.

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To be honest, the police were incredibly efficient. No sooner had Lu Chang'an handed them over than Chu Cheng could already hear the sirens.

"Hmph... what's the point of being so hypocritical? But... she seems to know martial arts, so she must have a lot to talk about with Brother Fan, right?" Lin Fuman felt a sudden pang of distress.

Fang Xia listened, thinking to herself just how deep the trauma of domestic violence must be for the Death Supreme Sovereign to keep using it as an example and metaphor.

"Your surname is Xiao; how is it that your brother's surname is Qin? He isn't your secret lover, is he..." Li Shuo asked, feeling depressed.

Thus, for thousands of years, the ancestors of the Beggar Sect had long since mastered the essence of martial arts, for even the most ferocious Green Dragon or White Tiger must eventually return to the mountains and seas.

The withered desert hedgehog not only bit down hard on the dragon’s body, but its sharp quills also pierced into other parts of the dragon's flesh, causing the Heavenly Dragon to spray blood wildly.

On the mountain of flesh beneath the city walls, plumes of black smoke were rising. Mingled with the smoke was the stench of burning fat. These mountains of flesh were being ignited by the oil poured down from the city walls, time and time again.

The leader was an old man in yellow robes, whom Xiao Qian recognized as one of the three great experts sent by Beiyuan City to support the Luo family.

Her dress was torn at the shoulder, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin below her collarbone, and even some of her curves were exposed.

She wasn't a civil official and didn't need to consider public opinion. She roughly understood what Lord An was busy with, and she didn't want these unlucky kids to waste any more time.

"Here." Lancelot, showing a bit of wit, promptly handed a glass of water to Someone. Someone, who lacked any ability to act independently, took it impatiently and downed the entire glass in one gulp.