Chapter 134: Youth
As always, the end of the school day was a relief.
Bella practically sprinted toward her truck; there were too many people here she wanted to avoid.
Her truck had suffered only minor damage in the previous accident. She had only needed to replace the taillight, and although she had some touch-up painting to do, she had already finished it. The van that had hit her, she heard, had been sold for scrap.
As she rounded the corner, she saw a tall figure.
Tang Que’s expression soured instantly, as if he had swallowed two rotten eggs; his face was grotesque, and his eyes were filled with terror.
Without his talismans, fighting Jia the Bachelor barehanded was like a man courting death—asking for a quick end.
Anxious shouts rang out from not far away. Turning his head, Lin Xiang saw more than twenty police officers rushing toward them. With his keen eyesight, he could see the sweat of exertion on their brows.
Hearing Lin Xiang’s words, Yalejisi’s face shifted through several colors. He was terrified; if Lin Xiang truly reported him to President Budford, his career as chief would be over. Perhaps, to appease Lin Xiang’s fury, Budford might even execute him to vent his anger.
"Because your sister can see through many things. When it comes to a boyfriend, is being blindly loyal necessarily the mark of a good man? Is he someone you can entrust your life to?" Zhao Haiting retorted.
Upon hearing Zhang Qingying mention Master Li, Zhang Desheng’s head suddenly cleared, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Darling, why did you lock the door? You usually never lock it," Principal Wolf asked, puzzled.
"Xi'er, there are a few more assassins—let's make this quick!" Feng Li’s voice turned icy in an instant. As he spoke, he stepped forward to stand beside one of the assassins. "Diamond Fist!" he roared, striking out directly.
Besides, since their attempt to harm others had failed, it was absolutely impossible for them to inherit the title. The Duke of Jing’s illness was only a matter of days; they would be too busy dealing with funeral arrangements and squabbling over the division of assets to have any spare time to smear the name of the Duke of Zhong’s estate.
Li Si said, "Brother Tingyi, please follow me." Li Si let out a long whistle, channeling his inner energy as he dashed forward. Seeing his speed, Feng Tingyi felt a shiver of alarm. He mused to himself, *To reach such speeds without using his Soul Wings—could his level be higher than mine?* He hurriedly manifested his own Soul Wings and gave chase.
"I don’t submit! What can you do to me?" The man gripped his wood-chopping blade and took a few steps forward, perhaps hoping to intimidate Zhen Qian. But as Zhen Qian let out a laugh, a sharp *whiz* rang out, and the man collapsed to the ground, clutching his thigh and screaming in agony.
While they were busy wrapping dumplings for New Year's Eve, the news on the living room television reported that the domestic portal site Sohu had registered for an IPO in the United States and had already made a "public offering" to the SEC, with the listing date just around the corner.
At this moment, inside a cleared-out underground space, Zhang Chen took a look around. The surrounding area was about the size of a soccer field; clearing out a space this large was not something that could be accomplished in a single day.
The early bicycle was said to be based on a manuscript left by Leonardo da Vinci in the late fifteenth century. It is impossible to know whether it was ever actually built, and its structure was so simple that people of later generations found it hard to believe, yet it remained the earliest prototype of the bicycle.
"Forget it. Why don't we discuss this Silence spell instead? What are its effects?" He shifted his perspective.
A few minutes later, a heavy wooden crate was placed in the middle of the deck, and Luca and the others wandered over, belching from their meal.
Walking into the main house, before Zhen Qian could even push open his own door, he heard the faint sounds of intimacy coming from within. Curious, he pushed the door open just a crack, and an erotic scene met his eyes. He couldn't help but spit in disgust, stepping back a few paces, staring blankly at the door with a sigh, before turning around and heading toward Fujiwara Shuuxiong’s room.
Jing Tian blinked alertly, somewhat confused. The items Zhen Qian requested were worthless; wouldn't shipping them to the Great Tang be a guaranteed loss?