Chapter 98: The Legend of the Night

New York. Inside a high-end apartment.

The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting scattered, warm, and searing spots of light across a face.

Annie shifted her body, and the stinging sensation from the intimate depths of her body immediately jolted her awake. Even after hours of sleep, the two of them remained tangled together, skin to skin. The intense, inseparable intimacy left Annie addicted and unable to pull herself away. Seeing that the man holding her was still...

The door to the operating room opened, and a nurse-like figure hurried out, followed by someone dressed in surgical scrubs.

During his downfall, he was met with endless insults, hateful trolls, and the most vicious curses; he accepted them all, whether they were good or bad.

Everyone stared at him in shock and confusion. Who would position their own company brand as "Sin"?

Then, in the year she was murdered, only one portrait remained. She was dressed in the robes of a Princess Consort, looking regal and magnificent—it must have been painted that same evening after she attended the imperial banquet. The subsequent paintings, even if they depicted a different face, were still her.

"Big sister, this is a storybook I wrote over the past few days. Could you please take a look at it for me?" Her eyes were filled with hope, yet tinged with a hint of timidity.

Ever since Jun Rui appeared... her good mood turned gloomy again. Why was this man everywhere she went?

Being around these shrewd individuals, she knew her own wit wasn't up to the task. Therefore, the best approach was to never reveal her true thoughts and simply go along with whatever they said.

"Do you really think the Second Prince is unaware of this news now? Or are you suggesting that someone other than him would make a move at a time like this? Whether he knows or not is irrelevant; it’s just a way to show him our stance." An Ran picked up the cup on the table and toyed with it in her hands.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly felt like a stranger. Her complexion was pale, her gaze unfocused, and tears still clung to the corners of her eyes. She looked truly haggard. She laughed at herself self-deprecatingly; why let herself fall into such a state? She shook her head and splashed her face with cold water again to clear her mind.

Kneeling on the ground were not only members of the Demon Clan but also those so-called righteous practitioners who had seized the opportunity to infiltrate their ranks.

Zhang Wei turned and ran, glancing back periodically. He had mastered a high-level running technique that allowed him to look behind him while sprinting without affecting his speed. In the game—or even in reality—this style of running did not slow him down at all.

Zhang Wei and his companions were all mages, while Wolf of the North was a Berserker. Moreover, Wolf of the North was a Berserker who relied on attack speed and wore gear that boosted movement speed. He was at a disadvantage in his class, and his equipment was inferior, causing the distance between the two sides to close rapidly in an instant.

Ever since the disagreement with Liu Yan that day, Gu Yutong had been deeply conflicted. It wasn't about who was right or wrong; she simply didn't know how to face Liu Yan.

The Flame Emperor tapped his feet lightly on the ground. His heavy body felt as light as a willow catkin, effortlessly crossing a distance of several dozen meters to land right in front of Shang Ye.

Count Thompson believed he had done his absolute best, spending vast amounts of money and manpower to set up a perfect spy network around the Freeman estate.

I should find some time to go to the beach and soak up the sun so my skin can get a healthy glow. Liu Yan secretly made up his mind.

Lu Xiujuan proudly tilted her head back and pursed her red lips for Hu Zhidan to kiss. He didn't kiss her; instead, he gave her hip a squeeze and said, "Don't express your affection with your mouth. Our baby is listening to music. If we kiss, what will happen to the baby? Please don't interfere with the baby's freedom, okay?"

However, Su Lin currently had no evidence to indicate which of these people was the powered individual who had attacked him.

Zhang Jinsong thought to himself that the Zixia Club had been doing just fine, but then he reconsidered: the business at the Zixia Club was nothing in Wu Ling’s eyes. Besides, back then, Wu Xianqi was still the Minister of the Organization Department of the Provincial Committee. Things were different now; he still had to avoid any appearance of impropriety. Wu Xianqi was likely someone who cherished his reputation dearly.