Chapter 18
Director Chen still did not understand Johnson’s intention—what benefit could there be in slaughtering all the hostages? The ransom would be lost, and they would face comprehensive assaults from Zhonghai and even Jiangbei Province. Did they truly have the confidence to escape from China?
Thus, with Tom leading the way and Qin Hao following behind, the two entered the main hall, stepped into the elevator, and disappeared.
In the courtyard, a crescent-shaped pond reflected the drooping willow branches, which swayed like a maiden’s flowing black hair. Yet, in this serene garden, Granny Deng moved like a thief as she slipped quietly into the house.
Was this man still the chaotic “Mad General” who only knew how to disrupt the livestream room with his candy sticks? Jiao Jiao’s gaze toward Jiang Feng held a glimmer of admiration.
To be honest, Ye Qiu truly wished to refrain from cursing, but what could be crueler in this world than a mother helplessly watching her child die in her arms?
Zhongshan Yipin belonged to the Guo family’s assets, not Liu Xingyuan’s. As general manager, he was merely a highly skilled employee hired by the Guos. Strictly speaking, changes in the upper management were irrelevant to him; his sole responsibility was to ensure smooth daily operations.
Ye Qiu knew that the salary and benefits for interns at Sihai Group were less than half those of official employees, and he himself was still an intern—truly a cursed probation period.
“Oh, my new beauty has joined our ranks?” A voice sounded from behind. Deng Wu had picked up Sha Yun’s telescopic hand, planted a gentle kiss on the back of it, winked, and smiled at her.
“Wu Zhuo, why did your sword turn white just now?” Chang Liu asked, recalling the earlier scene with curiosity.
Hearing this, Li Zhou furrowed his brow slightly. Though naturally patient, Zhang Qianwen’s persistent pestering stirred a flicker of anger within him.
Shen Xing had been using his clairvoyance to observe the outside situation. The doctor gathered stones and wood along the way up the mountain; he had to build a fire or else he would freeze to death.
She felt her life force slowly draining away and involuntarily recalled Li Zhou’s figure in her mind. She deeply regretted not trusting him then and instead had cast him out of the Tang family.
Amid seemingly ordinary scenery lay countless dreams—each flower, grass, and stone harboring myriad visions.
Shangguan Jintang had long led the Shangguan family down the demonic path. Were it not for him, the family would not have fallen into such ruin.
There were few veterans and many newcomers. If the newcomers refused to cooperate, the entire operation would be paralyzed.
Since Chen Tian rescued Qilin from the Ghost Shadow Corps, he had been discovered by Deno Number Three. Subsequently, Lian Feng ordered Deno Number Three to scan globally, making it effortless to pinpoint Chen Tian’s location.
Through the glass above the door, they saw the outside lights go out. Yet the pursuing ghosts stopped at the entrance and did not enter.
Old Five, who had no quota, was the most fearful, daring to launch sneak attacks near his teammates even in the presence of red-uniformed staff.
When emerging from the cave, the deep sea had returned to its usual calm. The tranquil waters seemed as if nothing had happened. Yet just moments before, more than a dozen lives had been swallowed beneath the waves, leaving no trace.
Yuan Ling exhaled a breath of turbid air. Though he had absorbed a sizable amount of chaotic energy, it contained impurities unlike the pure chaos within the Seed of Creation. Still, the volume was sufficient, and after devouring it all, his strength doubled.
Time and again, he pleaded to take her away, but no matter the hardships and setbacks endured, she steadfastly waited. Her fragile yet resolute spirit always left him feeling defeated and helpless.
Around them, the panicked crowd witnessed the strange happenings near the man in sunglasses. Everyone froze, staring in shock. Yet in the next instant, a shadow flickered—he vanished right before their eyes.
The ethereal, dreamlike illusions left all in awe. Zhu Yan’er had never experienced such power, and an indescribable excitement swelled within her heart.
Shaking his head, Yuan Ling did not give up. He reached out and gently touched—no exaggerated sparks flew, only a faint sizzling sound. Yet this subtle current scorched his fingertips, releasing a wisp of black smoke.
Lin Chen’s strength was overwhelming, and his strikes too enigmatic. Even Blood Poison and the others dared not rush recklessly.
Hua Wuhen sighed. Since becoming a contender for the Immortal Sovereign, this was the first time he felt so powerless. He had forgotten when he last felt this way.
Closing her eyes, the scene of parting from Xiao Yuye replayed in her mind. Once again, she rejected him.
With the natural formation as his backing, Yuan Ling was unafraid of any array. What puzzled him was his own ability—without sufficient cultivation, understanding a profound formation alone could not unravel it.
Even someone as patient as him had to rush to the hospital—he must be in great pain. Yet the next second, her concern shifted to surprise.
The matriarch froze for a moment before bursting into joyous tears, feigning gratitude as she kowtowed repeatedly before the emperor.
Though Yang Yutong knew Lin Fan was right, she felt his methods were somewhat extreme. Still, she said nothing.
Gu Changxi seemed to have abandoned the idea of surgery. The intelligent system often teased her, wondering if she was beginning to develop feelings for the children.
Mo Ruoqing gazed at the godlike man before her, her admiration flooding her entire face. Yet after speaking with the Enchanting Fox, she realized he was deeply wary and had begun to doubt her and the Hundred Flowers Palace.
King Wu tilted his head toward Lin Yulan lying on the couch. She looked terrified, clutching the brocade quilt tightly, helplessly glancing at Lin Zhengtang on the floor, then back at him. Her panicked expression stirred a fierce protective instinct within him.