Volume One, Chapter 173: Coercion and Temptation, Looting Amid the Chaos!!

"President Su, you should hurry back to the company right now, or just go straight home!"

"I saw many netizens commenting that they are waiting for you at the entrance, determined to teach you a lesson!" suddenly said Chen Tianxiong, picking up his phone with a grave expression.

"Ah?"

"It's this serious?!" Su Le felt a chill run down his scalp upon hearing this.

Are netizens today really this extreme?

"Never mind all that. True or false, safety first!"

"I'll drive you back first," Chen Tianxiong said earnestly, putting away his phone.

"No!"

"I haven't done anything wrong, why should I look so pathetic!"

"If I run away this time, what about the next time? Clearly, someone is..."

One man, one leopard, one rat, along with the large stone pot strapped to the leopard's back, formed a bizarre scene within the ancient forest.

Chinese people are different from foreigners. If one were to describe Chinese and Americans using two shapes, a Chinese person would be a circle, while an American would be a square. This refers solely to their ways of thinking and attitudes toward handling matters; Chinese people value tact and smoothness, whereas Americans are far more direct and rigid.

Reason and sentiment dictate that, regardless of everything, the Soul Summoner was still effectively Ye Han's master. There was no need to push things to extremes and take the lives of Ye Han's companions. Although that green, eerie light lingered and the Gate of Death remained wide open right behind the Soul Summoner.

In other words, after drinking this wine, there would likely be other entertainment to follow.

The meal was drawing to a close. Amidst the gathering, Yun'er called upon Zhu'er to fetch some fine wine, and the four of them finished off a bottle.

"Godfather, this Du Bian must be cheating. Even in his dreams, he couldn't score such marks."

"Where is Xiao Feng? He promised to accompany me shopping today." Faced with Duan Qi's smile, Yang Xun'er wore a pouty, indignant expression.

Still, appearances had to be maintained; otherwise, how could he display the demeanor of a "wise and benevolent ruler"?

The Battle of Changde had become a thing of the past. The Japanese autumn offensive of 1943 had ended in complete failure. With a severe shortage of troops, the Japanese army was forced to shorten its lines, and the North China Area Army halted its attacks against the anti-Japanese base areas.

Previously, taking the academy examinations on behalf of Chen Ping was merely a task for a reward. But now... it had transformed into Du Bian's emotional responsibility.

In her eyes, all men were fickle and heartless creatures, and Wang Yan was no exception. Although his actions constantly defied expectations, in the Ghost Empress's heart, he was still no different from most men, which was why she had resorted to subsequent probings.

"Speak! Who went and told the Emperor? Is there any reason for news from this Kunde Palace to be spread all over the palace without my permission?!" Even in Jing Cheng's absence, Lun Ling, as the Empress, naturally dared not utter a single half-word against the Emperor, and could only vent her fury upon the servants.

In the water dungeon, three men, two demons, and one beast hung suspended by handcuffs, their lower waists submerged in water.

Liu Ze exerted strength in both arms, pinning Sun Shangxiang's restless arms against her sides, and opened his mouth wide to capture her earlobe. A wave of numbness washed over Sun Shangxiang, causing her rigid body to slowly relax.

"Knowing Reuenthal's character, I think he will fight to the last man. We should prepare for a fierce battle," Jiang Wuming said, taking a deep breath before picking up a cup of already cooled boiled water and taking a sip.

Lin Yin's teeth chattered and her whole body convulsed as she struggled to keep from collapsing. Just as she was about to stammer out a few more curses, the Mighty Dharma King hoisted her up and tossed her into the carriage. The door slammed shut, plunging everything back into darkness.

He had no intention of making a futile struggle; his unfocused gaze merely drifted back to glance at the other two.

Oh? At this moment, Yiru suddenly thought of someone. This person had occasionally visited the estate in the past, and her mother always appeared happiest whenever she saw him. Moreover, Yiru had sometimes secretly eavesdropped on their conversations and could sense that this person truly understood her mother's heart, able to touch upon her deepest thoughts with every single word he spoke.

Lin Yang kept his bow lowered the entire time, struggling to put on an obedient front, not even daring to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. At this moment, silence was all he could manage.

Xu Qiyao had always been somewhat afraid of him, so she concentrated entirely on her cards, pretending not to see him enter.

Yet Li Yang still possessed a god-tier military general, Zhao Yun! To Zhao Yun, these crazed Yellow Turbans were no different from before—each one was dispatched with a single spear thrust. However, sensing Li Yang's strain, Zhao Yun diverted some of his strength to protect him.

This was a technique level that surpassed a grandmaster, coming close to the creation of one's own Dao. The classification of combat skill levels follows a progression of application, mastery, fusion, and innovation. Bai Lu was at most at the level of fusion, while Nina was already walking the path of innovation.

Ronaldo had always wanted to play alongside his dear George; this was no longer a secret within the Tottenham squad. Therefore, taking advantage of this opportunity, he once again broached the subject with Robbie Keane to see if there was any possibility of making it happen.

Consequently, driven by these two factors, both Wenger and the Arsenal board of directors found themselves deeply conflicted. On one hand, they wanted to use this opportunity to fleece George heavily in exchange for much-needed funds; on the other hand, they wanted to avoid the negative fallout that would come with selling a core player to Tottenham.

"No, this is my first time handling a real Barrett. I'd only ever used one in video games before," Zhang Xiaojian answered truthfully.

Though merely a youth, his icy expression and his skill in intercepting a bullet with a coin completely cowed the crowd. The teenage boys from both villages looked at Feng Ming with eyes filled with fanaticism.

And that flask of spiritual liquid—it must have weighed at least two catties, right? The spiritual liquid previously given by the head of the Sima family as an unworldly treasure had been contained in a finger-sized medicine vial holding fewer than thirty drops.

Things had naturally proceeded along this path, yet he had never expected everything to flow together so seamlessly and naturally, succeeding so smoothly that even he found it hard to believe.

Just as Zhen Xi was marveling at the scene, an unfamiliar voice disrupted the playful atmosphere, drawing everyone's gaze toward the doorway.