Chapter 115: If Only I Had Known, I Would Have Married Her.

“Hello, President Sun.”

Song Hui wore a polite smile as she extended her hand to shake with President Sun.

“Oh, Mrs. Fu, please have a seat.”

The moment President Sun saw Song Hui, his eyes lit up. He gently held her delicate hand for a long moment before letting go. Yet, he dared not be too forward, especially with Fu Chen watching from inside.

He hadn’t expected this eldest daughter of the Shen family to be so outstanding in both figure and appearance—far superior to that actress Wen Manchu.

If only he had made a deal with the Shens earlier; even if he couldn’t marry her, spending a night with her would have been enough.

Song Hui keenly sensed the ill intentions in President Sun’s eyes and deliberately sat at the very edge of the sofa, her gaze calm and unreadable.

This also explained why the Persian Federation had not produced many outstanding naval officers within the relatively “flat” naval combat system, further causing their tactics in the more “three-dimensional” realm of space warfare to lag behind.

Without much thought, Ning Feng casually tossed Yang Chang to the ground, then sat down in a chair, silently watching Yang Chang.

Gao Yang stared blankly ahead, lost in thought. His expression flickered between complexity and moments of guilt and remorse.

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Now that restraints were lifted, the long-suppressed desires exploded instantly, leaving no room for hesitation.

Of course, he wouldn’t buy anything from these film and television worlds; the valuable assets had mostly already fallen into his hands.

It’s said that a corpse is as heavy as a mountain—this was true. Liu Yibin tried to keep his footsteps quiet, but there was still a slight noise. Compared to his copper-like skin and iron bones after becoming a zombie, and strength like a thousand pounds, this was hardly a disadvantage.

Upon hearing this, the elder chief exhaled deeply, showing no concern for Cole’s fate as he turned and left.

In the world of Jin Yong’s novels, except for the sword demon Dugu Qiubai who transcended swordsmanship to elevate it into an artistic realm, even the most formidable technique, the Nine Swords of Dugu, was merely about countering moves with moves, winning by having no moves against those who do.

Before, when using the Ruyi Staff, it kept prompting that the version was incompatible—so an upgrade was required?

“Not at all! Such a skill can only fully unleash its power in the hands of Iron Bull,” Liao Yuan said calmly.

“Lin Mu, our guild was founded not long ago, but please do not doubt our strength,” said the vice president of the Joyful Heaven guild, who personally contacted the hoarse-voiced Lin Mu of the Wolf Clan late at night.

Brother Leopard, fearing Luo might overthink, said directly, “We can’t just eat and drink for free; we have to pay for these drinks.”

Secondly, there was a type of mass-energy compression technology. Mass-energy—an existence of a higher order of energy. Cang Lan had also mastered it, but applying it to weapons was extremely difficult.

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Seeing its comical appearance, Elder Han chuckled and looked up, continuing, “Go tell Mr. Brando so he won’t be searching everywhere for the cat again.”

“Laugh your head off,” Dong ge snapped, not one to joke around. Lin Dong’s expression instantly turned into a poker face—cool and unyielding.

Still crying? If your birth hadn’t cost your father his life, would he have died? How dare you cry? This was followed by a brutal beating.

For more than two years, he had not only spent all thirty thousand dollars left by his father but also accumulated a debt of forty thousand dollars to the bank.

It was well known that the secondary league of Strestan Academy Star began in the afternoon and usually ended by evening. As a loyal spectator of the secondary league, Lin Chen Luo returned to the Azure Ring Island after watching the match.

Two black shadows, like swift fish, suddenly crashed violently into the bulky hull of the “Richelieu” from beneath the sea, sending towering waves crashing onto the deck. The nearly 50,000-ton vessel trembled fiercely.

However, when he realized that the German forces, besides powerful firepower, matched the French infantry—renowned as the world’s best—in individual combat skills, Oliver understood that his strategy had failed.

Because of my irritability, nothing seemed relevant, so I lay down on the big bed. Who would have guessed that shortly after lying down, though my mind kept thinking about Gao Shimeng’s matters and I couldn’t sleep, I gradually grew drowsy, as if I had taken a sleeping pill, and eventually fell into a deep sleep.