Chapter 37: An Interview That Stirs Up Trouble

The previously light and cheerful atmosphere suddenly turned subtle. This abrupt shift felt jarring not only to those present but also to the viewers in the livestream, which unusually went quiet with hardly a single comment appearing.

"I don't dislike them! I'm just speaking based on the facts."

[The wealthy sure speak differently. "Speaking based on the facts"—those four words are just a way to prove I'm not targeting a person, but merely addressing the situation.]

[How could Lai Bingfu possibly admit he dislikes Xian directly? If he were to...]

As a newcomer attending such a grand award ceremony for the first time, Song Yujia was trembling with nervousness. Lin Qihua was also a first-timer, but his previous experience and extraordinary composure made him far better off than Song Yujia. He steadied his emotions, turned his head slightly to glance toward the waiting room, and a flash of arrogance crossed his eyes.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Seeing the crowd growing increasingly dense, Lin Qihua hurriedly called for a halt. It took several loud shouts before he finally managed to get everyone to quiet down.

"Xue Hao!" Gongsun Shou was consumed by rage. In his mind, the image of Xue Hao’s smug expression seemed to persist, and the surging spiritual power within him was so intense it caused the burly man beside him to bleed from his seven orifices. Gongsun Shou’s expression was twisted and sinister.

Venerable Binglan helped him escape the geocentric world, but Anuhaza had to agree to seal a physical body for him.

Good heavens, she was holding a fox cub in her left arm, her graceful body tilted slightly, right arm raised high into the void, pink fist clenched toward the sky.

If she could dedicate herself to developing and selling merchandise for Ye Lingxuan, that would be something she enjoyed doing. In that case, it seemed, many problems could be solved.

After he finished speaking, he gave her slender waist a light pinch with his right hand as a form of punishment, forgetting to put down the hexagonal iron piece in his left hand.

Before Xue Hao could react in surprise, the middle-aged man appeared before them. Behind him stood a stone gate two people wide and two people high, flanked by two towering pillars carved with lifelike hungry ghosts and asuras, a sight that sent a chill down one's spine.

Zhang Kuan felt his heart skip a beat. Damn it! The Viagra he had prepared for Yurou yesterday had instead been enjoyed by Sister-in-law Xiao. Looking at her smug expression, it was clear she had been thoroughly satisfied.

One had to realize that while learning other martial arts could be considered a form of health preservation, learning swordsmanship meant for killing had almost no use in a peaceful society. Besides, how could a real-world fencing competition be like this? Everyone knew the dangers of fencing; it frequently led to serious injuries.

Although he did not know that the person sitting in front of him was an old acquaintance, Feng Jiawei, he felt a deep, instinctive detestation for such arrogant rich kids who bullied the common folk. Almost without hesitation, he decided to teach him a harsh lesson.

Midway, the ladies also discussed this matter. It was a wonderful opportunity—not only could they inherit the sister's land, but they would also be under her protection, allowing the two sons to gain more opportunities within the temple. Therefore, Wu Ai's two brothers agreed immediately.

Bai Sijin put away his phone and returned to the dining table with a beaming face. Seeing his natural expression, as if nothing had happened, Mo Jiayin felt strange, but it wasn't convenient for her to ask. She could only endure it, eating her meal in silence.

Watching Ye Shaojie’s back as he left, until he had completely vanished from the office doorway, Han Xiaoyun finally could no longer hold back and collapsed onto her desk, sobbing.

"I’m not actually asking you to leave. Yanzi will definitely call out to you and go with you. Don't worry, just listen to me," I said, patting my chest.

Hearing Ye Shaojie's words, Tang Zhichao sat down sullenly, though his eyes remained fixed coldly on Zhong Yongjun as he let out a huff.

Even if the peerless divine weapons of Mount Emei, the Purple Shadow and Blue Searing swords, were to appear before these three, they would not lose their composure like this.

After saying this, Song Ke began to fight those people. He was already in a foul mood, so it was just their bad luck.