Volume 1, Chapter 44: Forcing the Innocent into Prostitution

As soon as I stepped outside, I understood why that cop had only just managed to find this place.

Because the old house where Su Qing lived was surrounded by an utterly pitch-black wilderness.

Taking deep breaths, I crossed the wilderness and entered the narrow path where the taxi driver had dragged me out of the car earlier.

Right on cue, a minibus with its headlights on drove toward me from the end of the path.

I glanced closely, making sure the minibus had no drawn curtains and was a legitimate public vehicle, so I waved it down and got on.

The ticket-collecting man on board asked where I was going, and I told him just to drop me off somewhere with plenty of taxis.

He then let me off on a bustling avenue lined with hotels.

I transferred to a taxi......

While Li Xiaoyun was still stunned in surprise, Zhao Dingli had already lifted both of her feet and rested them on his lap.

If Xu Yan had not been here today, the enforcement bureau operatives would likely have been toyed with and entirely wiped out in this alley.

Who could have guessed that what seemed like a reckless assassination was actually a cover for the Grand Shogun's use of the [Magatama].

"This is no time for idle talk, the alien will be back! What will you do then?" Having experienced Gen's disappearance this time around, Dan Moroboshi seemed even stricter with him.

The opponent staggered back a few steps, clearly in disbelief, and lunged forward once more, wielding dual blades.

From Itachi's perspective, he watched with his own eyes as his genjutsu took effect, and Yamato's Wood Release firmly restrained Uchiha Seigen.

What he had originally thought would be as simple as "locate and engage" had now turned into a complex mess, even pulling Kyushu into the mix.

Su Ruoruo had given him that incomplete manual, and he had only ever practiced the first form. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about flipping ahead, but rather that the subsequent techniques grew increasingly abstruse and difficult to comprehend, with much higher demands on cultivation levels; trying to decipher them casually was sheer fantasy.

Han Sheng was fine staying in the room for now, but making that phone call—that was a bit problematic.

"..." He Jia blushed and instantly turned around, preparing to flee, but Lin Mu appeared beside her in a flash, pulling her back into his arms, and sat back down on the bed with her in his embrace.

A distance of a thousand miles was vast to mortals, but to cultivators at their realm, it was nothing more than a split second. The two of them chose a secluded spot to land.

Gazing at the streaking bloody gash, Shen Bilie did not doubt that if he refused, Ye Wuchen would surely kill him. Between his life and the key, he chose his life, gritted his teeth, and handed the key over to Ye Wuchen.

The Roaring Moon Heavenly Peng explained, scaring Ximen Zhan so much that he stumbled backward. One step, one world—was that even what you called speed?

Sure enough, upon seeing the island scarred and riddled with devastation, with the disciples' corpses piled high upon the spiritual island, the place had now turned into a Shilling hell.

With everyone else silent, Li Yunfeng could only offer a wry explanation. He patted Lin Mu's shoulder and continued.

Naturally feeling unconvinced, Ao Qing swung his right arm again, and two streams of water manifested beneath his feet, wrapping around his palms.

At the mention of ugliness, Lin Tian naturally recalled what Ke Miaomiao had said earlier about the members of the Dark Armor Seven Devils all being extremely hideous-looking people.

Observing the subtle changes in his opponent's expression, Ye Feng could not help but reveal a faint smile.

At this moment, Lin Peng had broken free from the machine-gun fire barrage. Circling in mid-air, he arrived precisely at the spot Valentine had just occupied, and from the exact same angle and position, poured down all the ammunition remaining in his fighter jet's payload.

Among the Non-Humans, aside from the four most thriving tribes—the Tiger-men, Stone-men, Winged-men, and Elephant-men—there were quite a few races that could be considered relatively withered by comparison, such as the Corpse-men, Dwart-men, Giants, Tree-men, Snake-men, Ox-men, and so on.

Dong Zhanyun opened his storage ring, took out all the plundered medicinal pills, and prepared to take the useful healing medicines first.

"Hello, esteemed shareholders. I am Liu Jing, Chairman of the Liu Group. Frankly, I didn't want to come today, but I heard from Old Fei that you were doubting our company's capabilities, so I felt it necessary to demonstrate our firm's strength right now!" Liu Jing scanned the conference room with an air of absolute arrogance.

Yunfeng felt a sense of doubt. In previous stone-cutting sessions, whether soul jades, precious elixirs, or battle weapons, they had all appeared; yet this time, he could not determine what sort of object this actually was.

"If we can rescue these orbital cities from the Martian frontline, we can build a new defense line relying on the Moon's natural defenses." Xiao Wei gazed out the command post window at the starry sky, which had already turned a fiery orange.

Though their moods differed, seeing Lin Peng's antics, Valentine and Xiao Menglou both burst into laughter.

High above on the rooftop, a full moon cast its light directly onto the faces of Wu Su and Madam Wu, like a lover's gentle caress and solace, quietly radiating a soft beauty.

"Very well, Mr. Krupp, I can wait for your reply," Chen Ning responded. Chen Ning knew full well that when Krupp mentioned others in the company, he was referring to the German military. After all, the Krupp company was an iron, steel, and artillery enterprise with deep national political backing.

"I'm going with you." Panic-stricken, Peng Meng started to stand up, but her wrist was caught and held.

"No problem at all, no problem. I just wanted to ask how strong your current power actually is. White-haired, green-fingered, red-eyed flying corpse... I can see you're stronger than a red-eyed corpse, but calling you a full-fledged flying corpse still feels like it's lacking just a bit..." Seeing Fang Yuxian grow angry, I quickly asked.

The situation in the Primordial world was currently grim. Without a definitive way to gauge the time dilation between the two realms after soul-wandering, Wang Ming had no time to waste.

"I know, there's an old monk in the temple. Zhibao, you've been telling this lame joke for two years!" Roubao pouted in disdain.

"I've figured out what's going on," Yue Ming replied with absolute confidence. He cast a look of utter contempt toward Shupo, entirely convinced of his impending victory to defeat Shupo in a single strike.

"Her Highness caught a chill in her chest the night before last. Today, entering the palace, she simply pushed herself past her limits, which is why she collapsed. She needs to rest now, so stop crowding around here!" Xue Ping'an had been dragged into this mess early in the morning and had no breathing room to relax.

"Are you serious?" Edward Jeffery found it almost unbelievable. By doing this, Li Lee was essentially handing Edward Jeffery a ladder to heaven; with such a halo, Edward Jeffery could even run for President of the United States.

Just as he spoke, a gentle voice sounded from behind. Feng Yue paused, looked back, and saw Ye Yuqing dressed in elaborate robes, gracefully waving a fan as he entered.