Your marksmanship is simply terrible, you really need to practice hard.

Freeze! Drop your weapons, all of you!

The leading security captain was a mustache man in his thirties, pointing his gun at Zhao Chen and shouting loudly.

At a glance, Zhao Chen saw that the bodyguard who had just left was now standing right behind the mustache.

Damn it! he cursed inwardly, turning his head to shout at Tang Yan and Khun Cha, Run!

He had indeed underestimated that old fox Wang Yi, who couldn't even bear to part with two million US dollars.

Just as he was about to grab Wang Yi as a human shield, another bodyguard suddenly lunged forward, hugging Zhao Chen tightly.

Seeing his chance, Wang Yi bolted towards the security team a dozen meters away and shouted for help, Captain Pakong, save me!

Zhao...

About a minute later, Lin Feng finally pulled himself out of his thoughts, looked at Su Zimo's young and handsome face, and sighed, "Su Zimi, originally I thought I had already held you in very high regard, but it turns out I still underestimated you in the end. You are truly impressive." With that, he raised a hand and patted the other's shoulder.

However, upon catching sight of He Xinyu from afar, the three of them simultaneously frowned, their bodies radiating a trace of anger.

Yet after Chen Jing vanished, that murderous intent did not dissipate; instead, it seemed to blend into the dense white mist, lingering endlessly.

Yi'er slowly moved her hands apart by a crack, peeking out to find that Long Tianwei had indeed put his clothes back on. Only then did she put her hands down with a sigh of relief, her pretty face blushing, looking utterly adorable.

Using the same pretext, the US side dispatched two destroyers and five helicopters to detain the Yinhe cargo ship on the high seas for a full three weeks. After the final container on the Yinhe was inspected and found to contain no chemical weapons whatsoever, the ship was forced to suspend its normal operations for a total of 33 days.

By this time, a trace of involuntary respect had already begun to emerge in Liu Tian's eyes.

Yamamoto understood Takahashi's intentions, but there was nothing he could do now except follow Takahashi's instructions.

Prince Ci'an surged forward in anger, only to be frightened back. King Zhongshan's severed arm, as it neared Chen Jing, was pinned to the ground by a flash of sword light; the gust of wind blown by King Hejian was cleaved apart and scattered by sword light. King Fengliu transformed into a green-faced, fang-baring fiend amidst a fan-like sweep of sword light, his face full of venomous resentment.

"Very well, ha-ha," laughed Zhao Banyao heartily. "The bow is mine. Take good care of my bow for me, I shall go and return presently." Before his voice even faded, Zhao Banyao had already transformed into a rainbow-like beam, entering the Hall of Heavenly Brilliance.

As it turned out, the leader of this band of horse bandits was none other than Baye, the captive camp youth whom Chai Rong had let go back then. When he parted ways with Chai Rong, he had taken away a batch of young captives, and these people formed his core foundation.

By the twenty-fifth year of Tiance, when the shipbuilding industry of the Great Tang had reached unprecedented heights, a rumor suddenly spread from the palace. It was said that Yelü Jing, fleeing ever northward, had actually crossed the Bering Strait and escaped to the Land of Gold on the other side of the Far Eastern ocean.

The rest of the furnishings were entirely luxurious tables and chairs, with beast-shaped incense burners placed at the four corners, curling mist rising and emitting a faint, refreshing fragrance.

"I used to scratch it, but the more I scratched, the itchier it got, until the skin tore and I still couldn't stop. Now that I'm older, I don't scratch anymore. Just endure it for two or three days, and it goes away on its own," Li Xuanyi said casually.

The two men stopped instantly. The one who had been bumped into glared fiercely at Wu Le Le and shouted, "You tired of living?" The others stopped as well, quickly surrounding the three of us in the center.

At this point, Fang Nan did not say much either. His primordial cavity star core struck forward fiercely, trailing a flame behind it like a passing comet.

I felt the sound of splashing water coming from behind. How should I put it? To be precise, it should be the sound of flowing water, because I was in the water, and the sound seemed right beside my ears. Wondering if a fish had swum up behind me, I shone my flashlight backward, only to find nothing there.

The Gu ability was awakened on that very day, and he happened to be the one who possessed the Gu ability of time and space travel.

This was one of the two most shocking things Fang Nan had witnessed after arriving in this strange otherworldly realm. The first, of course, was his own transmigration, and the second was this—brought to him by this child.

"Uncle, since your village is so close to the military camp, have you all been making silver?" Jiang Xinyi asked curiously.

Shangguan Wan'er was almost worried to tears. She hurriedly grabbed the quilt beside her, pulled it over herself, curled up tight, and hid in the furthest corner of the bed. The pitiful iPad X was knocked flying by the quilt and crashed onto the floor.

"Hey, handsome, what is your relationship with Xiying?" Zheng Yingshi could no longer contain her curiosity, and simply asked with a playful grin.

"It's already cured, how can it still be contagious?" Gu Xiying muttered. Her eyelids felt a bit heavy; after all the tossing and turning just now, she was tired.

Ever since the person who delivered the photo frames left, they had been sitting in the living room holding the photographs. Those exquisite wedding portraits, resembling works of art, made her unable to put them down.

"You really aren't a competent father!" Han Jie laughed loudly from the side. He hadn't expected Ye Junxuan to be such a stingy miser.

Chiang Kai-shek shook his head and smiled for some unknown reason, but Wang Hanzhang knew that wasn't a negative shake of the head, but rather a positive one.

The enemy opposite had lost all courage and will to resist. Before such an army, no one could summon the spirit to fight anymore. Even knowing there was an abyss of death right behind them, they would rather jump and be dashed to pieces than face that stern, disciplined military formation.

Especially during that brief moment upon waking up today, she had been shocked, disoriented, and unable to process it for a long time. The legendary tale of substituting a civet cat for a prince had actually, ridiculously, happened to her—and the other man involved was none other than him, the man she loved.

The brothers of Crouching Ox Mountain were dumbfounded. The resolute ground their teeth, the defeated wept bitterly, the hesitant lunged forward crying, "Chao Wang—," while the despairing had already placed swords against their own necks.

At this moment, the grand shogunate shook violently, as if it might collapse at any second. Wu Hao and the two others abruptly steadied their stances, enduring the intense pain coursing through their bodies, and with a whole-body shudder, exerted their full strength to consume the rampaging energy invading them.

"Are you really okay? Don't push yourself!" Boke cast a distrustful glance at my fractured bone. Everyone present knew just how agonizing that pain was.