Chapter 51: Seriously Terminating the Contract

After the live broadcast ended, the director said, “Except for Jiang Xian, if anyone else needs to leave for something, feel free to take care of your own matters. Just make sure to be back by 8 a.m. tomorrow.”

Today finished early—just after two o’clock—giving everyone ample time to attend to their own business. After all, they had been here for three days, and the upcoming recordings might not end this early.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jin cheered, “Thank you, Director!”

This sudden skirmish was far more than just a thrill for him; it was also a crucial moment for Fujimaru Rika to truly understand her own strength.

Fu Xingyuan sat at the round table, unwrapping a plastic bag to take out a disposable transparent bowl of braised beef noodles. He lifted the lid and tore open the chopsticks’ plastic wrap.

In Scorpio’s mind, countless thoughts flashed by in an instant, yet in the end, he chose not to speak of it. Instead, he sighed softly, suppressing the excitement and confusion flickering in his eyes.

Fujimaru Rika’s spirit was stretched taut to its limits, her smile inevitably tinged with a wild and unrestrained joy.

But now, with the three parties joining forces, the problem became grave. Whether it was their top-tier fighters, the backbone members, or the foot soldiers, each had reached near perfection.

Sun Tiantian felt uneasy. Recently, she had encountered many eccentric patients who, upon seeing Shen Wu, insisted he was their husband.

Knowing he wasn’t the rational eater Fang Jue needed to guard against, she was even more willing to team up with a “strong one.”

When Mu Ruchu arrived, she saw such a beautiful scene. If time could stand still, this would be an utterly wonderful visual delight.

Having lived two lives, Li Nian clearly understood Lü Shouyi’s intention. A person met only twice—what right did he have to invite you to the cafeteria?

The dark faction members Fujimaru had previously captured were peripheral, but not without clues. Through secret interrogations and inducements, they had uncovered the locations chosen by the dark faction for their interactions.

Fei Jiayang had already changed back into her own clothes. Seeing Yilan You, she instinctively stepped behind Feng Yingshu.

From a distance, it looked like a mist-shrouded semicircle. Neither Fantian nor Commander Tianlang’s figures could be seen, nor the thirty disciples arrayed.

“It’s not really research. A friend owns a teahouse I often visit,” Yilan You said with a smile.

The long sofa was punctured by Du Yuemei. With a flick of her hand, the sofa shattered, wood chips flying everywhere, even startling herself.

“You all should come in as well,” a clear, melodious voice echoed again, as if imbued with magic, making it hard to refuse.

Ever since learning that Qin Xue’s boyfriend was a member of the Blood Clan, Cheng Yu had been uneasy, secretly keeping someone to watch over Qin Xue. Thus, he knew every move she made during this time, including her meeting with Gu Feng again at the bar.

“From what the director told me, she said you like strawberry-flavored things,” Zhan Wuji said, his silver eyes full of affection.

Ye Qiufeng was utterly confused, not understanding why the person behind him had brought him back. A pity about the house in Kyoto—he still wanted to claim it for himself. Fortunately, the other party had arranged a new place for him in Hangyang City. Though far less valuable than the Kyoto house, at least it was a home.

Cheng Yu did not answer but instead asked questions, such as how long the fever had lasted, whether there was coughing, and the color of any sputum.

He was new here. If he could earn some immortal stones first, he could make some arrangements when he went to the Three Thousand City.

“We are carrying out an important mission, so please, you all may leave.” Han Tiedao’s voice carried an unmistakable tone of authority.

Fang Xin also worriedly took Chen Mufan’s hand, looking at him with the same concern as Su Han.