Chapter 111: The Hongmen Banquet

At this moment, in a parking lot at the Ater Estate, a jet-black luxury sedan sat parked.

A man and a woman stepped out of the vehicle.

The man, around twenty years old, had blond hair and pale skin. His face wore the arrogance of a youth and the haughty air of nobility, giving him a rather brash appearance.

The woman possessed a cold, stunningly beautiful face, and like the man, she had blond hair and pale skin. Most striking, however, were her eyes—red and filled with a sense of menace.

The final thought of the enemy, who held a large machete, was the hateful glare of the captain who had killed him. Then, a soldier swung a blade and severed his head. His consciousness sank into darkness, never to wake again.

Just as he was about to head home for lunch after work, an old man approached him to ask if his parcel had arrived. Zhang Xinsheng asked for his name and organization; the old man identified himself as Yang Qi, a retired teacher from the school. Though the man looked thin, he appeared to be in high spirits, standing straight with a ruddy complexion and a booming voice.

The Green Lotus Palace seemed as if it had never known liveliness. Even when the Green Lotus King was present, there were only a few servants and guards. Due to her cold and aloof nature, the palace never hosted guests; even the late Emperor, who had pampered the Green Lotus King to the extreme, rarely visited.

After hanging up, he thought for a moment and called his father again. His father answered with surprise, asking why he was calling back so soon after just hanging up.

Feng Yuanyuan drove, feeling a surge of anticipation about meeting the so-called expert that afternoon. While she was lost in thought, a red car suddenly overtook her. A flash of anger crossed her eyes, and Feng Yuanyuan immediately lost her composure.

The fifty thousand ranged players of the Shaolin Temple were actually routed by a mere thousand members of the Anti-Japanese Alliance! Seven-Kill Drunk dispatched five hundred brothers to hold off the incoming melee players, while he led the rest to slaughter the retreating ranged players.

The Gray King lay on the ground, tongue lolling out, eyes wide and vacant. His four legs were splayed out limply, looking every bit like a dead creature.

Ye Chen was, after all, too shallow in his experience and too naive; he had yet to grasp the cruelty of this cultivation world, where it was either kill or be killed, a world of survival of the fittest.

A smile tugged at the corners of Leng Qianqian’s mouth. Facing Chu Shixian like this, she found herself feeling a bit of pity.

"Chengying, what are you babbling about? What optical camouflage? What is or isn't possible?" Huang Zhi poked Chen Tianyu in the back, asking full of curiosity.

At the same time, the Soaring Serpent unleashed a torrent of poisonous mist and flames! In an instant, the cave was engulfed in thick fog and fire.

This was because Cheng Jianhua had used his formidable mastery of the I Ching to calculate Luo Feng's fate. If Luo Feng returned to the Yuntian Sect, he would face mortal peril.

Murong Ke walked slowly behind her. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pressed down gently until she was forced to sit on the couch. He took the comb from her hand, studied the beautiful woman in the mirror for a moment, then lifted a lock of her dark hair and began to brush it tenderly.

Mu Xinnuan had been struck on her sleep acupoint; naturally, she could not answer him, nor could she hear a single word he said.

With the staff arrangements for the Spring Festival shifts finalized, Zhao Qingyun’s work had come to an end. Of course, since he was a local, he had signed himself up for several days of duty—he wanted to be worthy of the generous red envelope Tang Ding had given him.

Ye Qingruo’s words were like a heavy slap across Ye Bailian’s face, leaving her feeling a burning sensation all over. She clenched her hands so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, yet she felt no pain.

Xia Chan spent the night restless and heavy-hearted. Because of everything that had happened during the day, her dreams were chaotic and fragmented. She groaned all night long, and Yu Ziheng, unable to sleep either, kept getting up to tuck her in. Finally, he held her in his arms and patted her gently until she fell asleep.