Volume 1, Chapter 168: Sending Gifts

Shen Yanzhou had completely lost his mind; he refused to listen to anyone.

Jin Yao ignored him further and simply hung up the phone.

Taking a deep breath, he felt a slight pang in his heart at the memory of what had happened in the dream.

Shen Zhaowu was his wife.

They shared a deep affection, forming a couple the envy of the entire social circle.

Shen Zhaowu adored and admired him.

Everything was unfolding precisely as Jin Yao had imagined.

Fan Heng, who usually spoke up for Dai Mengwei, remained silent this time, perhaps due to the emotional outburst earlier in the day.

Beyond the five detachments lay the most elite force of fourteen thousand men forming the core of the Black Flag Army—the central vanguard guard unit, commanded by Liao Jinkui.

Zhang Xian had instructed Zuo Xuan to set a five-day limit; if they failed to reach Zhoushan and successfully ambush the Qin Emperor by then, they were to withdraw swiftly and avoid becoming entangled in a prolonged battle.

"I, Rotherham, am also willing to follow you, Senior." Seeing this, another prisoner immediately dropped to his knees in compliance.

A fiery rain of arrows poured down, yet the tight shield formation remained rock-solid. With late autumn upon them, the scattered, burning arrows ignited the withered grass across the ground.

Clutching my submachine gun, I was just about to signal the soldier to fall back with me when he pulled out two more grenades, pulled the pins, and tossed them up the stairs toward the second floor. Following two deafening explosions, the soldier raised his submachine gun high above his head, fired a fierce volley toward the upper floor, and then, crouching low, charged up the stairs.

Dmitrov had once been the ace investigator of the department. Whether it was surveillance, infiltration, or tracking, he always brought his utmost ability to bear in fulfilling the duties assigned by his superiors. Although his temperament was often criticized by those around him, no one had ever questioned his competence.

In truth, the back mountain also housed runic arrays and Qin troops. As for the breach Zhan Tang had mentioned, it was actually a subterranean river—to put it bluntly, a sewer.

"The target is unrelated to the mission, but the people around the target are connected to it," the person on the other end said in a deep voice.

The rain continued to fall as Ning Yi traversed a slightly dim corridor. When a few advisors from the Prince's estate approached, he stepped slightly aside to let them pass, though they paid him little attention.

"Qin Xiao, you stated earlier that if you lost, you would leave your fate entirely in our hands. Now, realizing you are bound to lose, you deliberately interfere with the Master's spellcasting. Your conspiracy has been exposed, and no matter what you say now, it is of no use!" With a wave of Situ Aotian's hand, Elder Meng and the others pressed forward aggressively.

Suddenly, a harsh volley of gunfire rang out, and a burst of scattershot was fired from the Japanese ocean liner.

If it weren't Wei Zheng targeting him, that would be one thing, but if Wei Zheng truly was coming after him, this move was undoubtedly courting death.

Yet she had not the slightest doubt about the terrifying assault an attacker would face if they dared to strike this old man—the unleashed might of these mutated beings at full power was truly terrifying.

Bai Wangsheng immediately broke into a smile, radiant with joy: "You like it! That's wonderful!" He hurriedly paid for the item.

Mu Chonghao was extremely weak at the moment. He did not speak; his gaze simply followed Dongling, watching her walk into his bedroom.

Seeing Pan Sanwei's situation turn critical, Du Erkang mustered every ounce of strength, caught Lu Changfeng off guard, and kicked him off the competition platform. Immediately afterward, he leaped forward in a fierce pounce.

"It seems the Sect Master knew nothing of this. No wonder that fellow Xuanyuan Xiaofei insisted on the Sect Master protecting his son; it turns out he was plotting something this grand." Ye Yanqing muttered inwardly.

Upon hearing this, several cultists rushed forward to apprehend Shanyi. Shanyi struggled fiercely, but lacking martial prowess, she found it arduous indeed against such a crowd.

As for what might transpire between He Xian and the princess in the late Qing dynasty, it would depend entirely on how they chose to handle it themselves.

"You are not allowed to slander my idol, or we can't even be friends!" The chubby guy seemed genuinely riled up.