Chapter 31: Trying to Extort Two Hundred Thousand Out of Me with a Counterfeit? You're Asking for Death.

“Yes, I could tell you were destined to have this. Just two million, and this imperial jade will be yours.” The fat man put on a broad smile, a glint of cunning flickering in his small eyes as he sized Zhao Chen up like a fat sheep ready for shearing.

This dyed fake material, even if sold for twenty thousand, would be a windfall.

“Do I look like a fool to you?” Zhao Chen laughed in exasperation. “This stuff is nowhere near worth two million. You’d better try selling it to someone else.”

“Alright, I’ll give you a discount—one hundred eighty, one seventy... Hey! Don’t go! The price is negotiable.”

“Twenty. Not a cent more.”

“Two hundred thousand? That’s acceptable.”

“No, I mean twenty yuan.”

“You bastard, how dare you mess with me!”

The fat man was left speechless...

A maid took a clean, damp towel from the wooden bucket, wrung out the water drops, but before she could hand it to Rong Duo’er, someone snatched it away.

Feng Xiaodong naturally sensed the dissatisfaction Zhou Shaoqiang had toward Zhou Qilin. Yet with Zhou Qilin’s phone unreachable now, he was powerless.

Yu Qingjue had been someone she dallied with while in the frontier, never expecting that this temporary substitute to forget Ye Shuli would become something she cherished deeply.

This wedding was actually a display for hidden enemies lurking in the shadows. Gao Jun and Wu Xiaoyi were now bait, hoping to lure them out. Some individuals were certainly under close surveillance by the organization.

He descended the stairway to the heavens and stood before everyone. Through the seal, Xiao Long’s voice echoed in their ears.

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Just as the two armies were about to clash, three figures suddenly appeared in the sky. A massive golden sword plunged fiercely between the two forces, separating them.

“Haha, even this was discovered by Boss Li. Tsk tsk, after all these years in the northern city gathering spot, probably only you and I can see that there’s something wrong here!” The Mad Python laughed heartily.

“My man carrying me on his back is definitely more comfortable than lying in the car,” Ouyang Hongxue rested her head on Mo Xiaosheng’s shoulder, breathing lightly.

Yi Feng leapt ashore, feeling the surge of strength in his body. To his delight, he had directly reached the sixth level of body refinement.

On the way, Li Zhi suddenly realized a serious problem: in the real world, it seemed, there were no online ride-hailing services yet.

“Tell me your plan. If it’s feasible, I’ll let you go. Otherwise, you better have a proper date with me tonight!” After enduring the holiday, someone dared to stand him up?

Hearing the word “couple,” Wu Gang froze. Those two words echoed mockingly in his mind, filling his heart and flowing through his entire body, exploding in his veins and distorting his face beyond recognition.

Li Man, used to working late nights, was accustomed to sleeping late, but Li Miao and the others slept early. Wanting a midnight snack yet afraid of disturbance, Wu Gang’s arrival was timely.

Even in life, Yin Xianfeng was a formidable spirit painter. Seeking wealth was simple for him, but he chose not to. He would rather live in poverty than be distracted by worldly affairs.

Zhao Zhilan grabbed her son’s arm with concern. “Son, life isn’t really what you see. It’s beautiful! Don’t mind me and your grandma bickering all day—we just...” She struggled to find the words.

Wu Gang was directly taken away by two police officers, while Sun Qishan was escorted by several teachers to the hospital in town.

“No!” Wu Gang tried to stop Qin Meijia, but it was too late; she vanished instantly from the front desk.

This ghostly bane was one of those hunting me. But with the disguise technique of Master Huang in hand, he doubted the enemy could see through it.

Chu Xinyao stepped forward and gently patted Old Master Lin’s back to help him ease his breath, though more so to soothe his pain.

This midnight public account held so many unknowns, leaving him with endless questions and terror.

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Sometimes Gu Yecheng felt as if he wasn’t his mother’s biological son. He had worried that his mother and An Qi wouldn’t get along, but now it seemed the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were closer to each other than to him, which eased his mind.

Some television interview programs tend to only hint at such topics subtly or avoid asking altogether, as if touching on them would cross a boundary.

“Alright, your father and I wanted to talk to you about this too. Running a hot pot restaurant, we don’t want to be constantly dodging reporters,” An Qi’s parents disliked exposure as well. Since An Qi’s debut ten years ago, her parents had hardly ever been revealed to the public.

Mei Tonglu slowly nodded, watching Long Huang now radiate vitality and an imposing aura. He knew Long Huang intended to use today’s auction to curb the arrogance of the major sects.

Also, this young fellow was no older than eighteen yet dared to call himself the ancestor?

“Alright.” The captain nodded gently, then picked up the pitch-black long sword that had fallen to the ground, summoned Crow Borg, and approached the blood demon soul ghost. The blood demon, trapped by soul-quality snares, was reduced to a mere punching bag, unable to harm Arnos and the others.

With two great Yuan Heaven-level masters guarding nearby, the two felt no need for caution.

Soon, the boy’s expression eased; sweat beads slowly dripped from his face as he breathed steadily and fell asleep.

“Of course, go ahead and investigate boldly!” Leng Qingyou was true to her word; once she promised, she would not retreat.

Although she felt much more at ease, having lost her purity meant if the nanny found out, she probably wouldn’t accept that money.

Wang He’s arrow aimed slightly higher before release but then descended a few degrees in flight.

For a long time, he had trained steadily in the city, occasionally going out to quell bandits or mountain robbers, but no matter who they were, they were always utterly crushed.