Volume One, Chapter 78: The Fallen Diva, Abandoned by Her Former Employer!

“I may not be qualified, but this should be enough!” With that, Yang Wei pulled out a contract and tossed it onto the table.

Chen Meiqi looked on with contempt, her interest piqued as she picked up the document and glanced at it.

In the next moment, her expression changed dramatically.

It was the contract she had signed with the corporation three years ago.

This was top-level confidential information.

How could it possibly be in Yang Wei’s hands?

More importantly, what was he implying by bringing it out now?

The contract renewal period was just these few days. For Yang Wei to produce the old contract at this moment was clearly significant.

“Yang Wei, what are you getting at?”

“I’m warning you, you’d better explain clearly where you got this contract…”

After Jiang Renguo hung up on Qin Zhao, the latter immediately prepared to call Grey Rabbit for information. After all, if they were in the middle of a fight, no one would answer anyway.

As the chief of Qingfeng City’s police department, every action Wang Haisheng took was for the good of the city. He felt compelled to inquire into every significant event in Qingfeng; only by doing so could he determine his next course of action.

King of Heroes and Lancelot had come to an agreement: they would act separately. The King of Heroes would deal with Yan Wudi, and Lancelot would try to capture Jiang Huairen and his companions. Unfortunately, their well-laid plans completely underestimated Yan Wudi’s terrifying strength. Since Yan Wudi had allowed Jiang Huairen and the others to leave, he was more than capable of protecting them.

Before long, Ning Tianqi, dressed in a deep purple brocade robe, was led by a disciple of the Feathered Path Sect before Lord Lan Xingjun.

Without another word, He Chuan strode up to the gangster, didn’t even bother to look at him, and slapped him hard across the face.

“No need, I didn’t call you here to listen to empty words. I want to know, Zhejiang, what exactly are your intentions? Does the one-year deadline you promised me still count or not?” The old man fixed Jiang Feng with a piercing gaze.

“This technique is insane—there’s nowhere to dodge, and the poison is terrifying,” Hong De exclaimed, tongue-tied.

“Jiang Yi, President Zhou, come, come, let me introduce you.” Nearby, Lu Yingxue’s eyes flashed with a trace of displeasure; clearly, this good-for-nothing rich kid was looking for trouble.

If there were still many left, then in the final round, he would have to use his advanced singing skill for the ultimate showdown.

Dark clouds and fierce winds shrouded the temple; a chill, sinister enough to make the heart tremble, crept through the crowd.

Seeing Max’s expression, Kunpeng realized he had no choice but to reveal the so-called earth-shattering secret to defuse Max’s emotions—otherwise, Max might truly kill him.

“The Qilin Palace and the Kunpeng Hall? If Fantian and Dragon Soul are really in the hands of the Qilin King, I must go in and see for myself.” As if making up his mind, Lu Ming spoke resolutely.

Though these special spaces were coveted by countless cultivators, their price was enough to daunt most.

Baili Aoyun was, after all, just an ordinary man; jealousy bit deeper the more he cared.

The crowd was startled, but secretly relieved—it was just wasps, as long as it wasn’t them. Xie Chen let out a suppressed giggle, but no one noticed.

“According to the latest reports, Yang Hantian and his companions have returned from the Water Moon Grotto, and Yang Hantian and the man named Qin Yi are heading toward Lady Yu Su’s quarters,” the subordinate reported truthfully.

The formation could no longer be stopped. Several companions were swept into the distorted current, carried to a distant unknown.

“Hey, old man, what are you doing?” Heiji Hattori chased after the slowly moving vehicle, pounding on the window, while Hiroyuki Kanatani sat in the driver’s seat, hands resting on the wheel, as if deeply asleep.

“It’s all right, Sister Lu. Junior Brother Qin has some connections with the Valley of Shadows, so please don’t worry too much,” the ethereal fairy behind her comforted gently.

The old order was broken, but a new one had yet to rise. Finally, on the banks of the Zhangshui River, beneath the walls of Julu City, a young figure used his courage and resolve to bring everything to a close.

In the past, Qi Xuyao would have felt hurt, but now, however the servants treated him, he would repay them in kind.

Ling Chi hadn’t had time to act before the Peach Blossom Reaper lunged first with a dagger. Forced back by the blow, Ling Chi stumbled into the range of the Chrysanthemum Reaper’s blade.

No one answered from within, but she pressed harder, pushing with all her strength—yet the door wouldn’t budge an inch.

She couldn’t help but feel anxious, racking her brains for a way to see Ling Siyang and try to stir his pity or affection.

“What’s happened?” At that moment, Old Lady Ji stepped out in the middle of trying on clothes and, seeing Lu Mengfei’s troubled face, thought there had been some kind of quarrel.

“Vivi, all those photos are fake. I have never done anything to betray you. Please, you must believe me,” Qi Xuyao said anxiously.

A branch crashed down, startling Niu Geng. He clung to the bark with one hand and quickly drew his sword with the other. The blade flashed, and the branch was instantly cleaved in two.

No sooner had Xiao Yan finished speaking than a voice rang out from outside the living room: “I don’t agree!” With that, Xiao Zhe strode in.

Countless photographs fluttered from inside the balloon, drifting down from the air like a sudden snowfall.

Ruan Meng felt her ears flush. That hand was cold, and her earlobe was sensitive—in this situation, she simply nodded vaguely, paying no heed at all to whatever Zhuge Liang was saying.

Wang Yang had intended to give Su Chen a glimpse of the world, but unexpectedly, it was he himself who ended up seeing more than he bargained for.

Just as he prepared to smash Su Chen’s head in at any moment, Su Chen sat calmly atop the Blackwing Bone Dragon, watching him from high above.

No one needed help recalling; everyone instantly remembered the protagonist’s name from each newcomer’s world.

Wen Yuhua pressed the disconnect button and tossed her phone aside, her heart in turmoil, unable to find a moment’s peace.

What surprised him even more was that, using his sword techniques, his mental energy was now depleted much less than before, as if he and the sword were old friends.

With the aid of his Sharingan, Ye was able to control and unleash this power even more effectively.

Wen Yuhua handed over the card. Qi Xingwan turned it over and over, unable to put it down, holding the black card up to the light.

Examining the numbers on the Mewtwo package, Karl also noticed a few letters in the corner, which seemed to be the producer’s initials.

He’d intended to take just fifteen taels for emergencies, but when he saw the gleaming pile of silver coins, greed flared up like wildfire. Without a second thought for the story behind the money, he scooped up half the pile for himself.

After some thought, he lay down beside her, curling up like a shrimp, not daring to move for fear of provoking her further.

“My lord, your humble servant begs leave to speak,” Lü Buwei stepped forward from among the courtiers, bowing deeply.

In truth, Wang Xiaoge didn’t know the language of Country J, but he’d watched their DVDs; phrases like ‘ganbatte’ and ‘yamete’ came out of his mouth easily. He had no idea what they meant, but guessed it was something like ‘good luck.’

“I’ll fight you! How dare you pour water on me—after I went to all that trouble to clean my fur! You’re dead!” Wang Xin mimicked the black cat’s tone, gnashing her teeth as she spoke.