Chapter 33: You are truly pale; you would make a perfect doll.

Xing Hao was in charge of criminal cases; he arrived with a tense expression. Bai Qi had entered under the pretext of looking for Li Yi, but after searching everywhere, he could not find Sang Ye. Just as he was beginning to panic, Xing Hao appeared. Among the younger generation, Xing Hao could be considered a model. Unlike Pei Jun, who had been hailed as a genius since childhood, Xing Hao had built his reputation merit by merit, earning every achievement himself. Upon seeing Xing Hao, Bai Qi immediately informed him of Sang Ye’s disappearance.

Xu Yiming was just about to answer and provide the results when his phone chimed, the screen suddenly went black; it had run out of battery. Before Han Rushan could speak, Ma Shu shifted forward two steps. The guards surrounding Han Rushan immediately stepped forward, tense and fearful that he might pose a threat. Sure enough, just as Li Tian turned and had not yet taken two steps, Chen Lulu called out to him. "I thought there would be no one else besides us; how did you get in?" Yang Bufan asked. Sun Xiang sat in the main seat, and the messenger sent by Huang Dongxuan knelt in the tent to pay his respects, but Sun Xiang delayed giving the order to rise. The messenger had no choice but to bite the bullet and remain kneeling. Wang Tian’s vision had been a world of flames, but at that moment, he saw them—two dark shadows appeared.

The two gluttonous prodigies, who lacked both boundaries and integrity when it came to food, abandoned their whimpering and unreliable boss without hesitation, happily returning to their roles as scouts. "Is it because Bufan planned to come to the United States that you went as well?" the observant Qin Qin asked again. Mrs. Shen lowered her head slightly, bit through the red thread with her teeth, and unfolded the red lion dance costume with yellow trim. Watching the scene where only voices could be heard but the squad leader was nowhere to be seen, I continued to climb upward, hoping to find him at the summit. Wei Yi had not expected Ximen Qing to appear outside the palace so suddenly; it was truly unexpected. A large number of personnel had gathered here, transporting crushed diamonds and mineral raw materials out of the cave. After entering the yamen, Magistrate Wu gave a wink to Old Zhou, the head of the bailiffs who had rushed out looking nervous, signaling him to ignore the idlers following from outside. The three men, having closed their mouths, had to temporarily clear that image from their minds and took off running toward the west side. "Who are you?" Liu Xuan asked tentatively, secretly gathering demonic energy in his hand, bracing for a sudden attack from the old man. However, having three Emperor-level cultivators to assist was not bad; though sometimes they might not be enough, it was still better than having no one at all.

Those terrifying spatial ripples twisted and converged, causing Wei Yi’s expression to change, and he was forced to retreat. Li Luoluo followed behind Sima Yunyun, unable to help but glance at Murong Rui, then at Tang Xia. Over the past two months, they had moved six times to evade the Empire’s navy and to search for food and water. "Go and have a good talk with Yuxian. I believe every day will be difficult for her after you leave. Sometimes, I wonder, how can you bear it?" Yu Kunming said. The Wanda Hotel, a famous establishment in London, was a property of the Situ family. Not long ago, the hotel hosted dignitaries from several countries, which elevated the status of the Wanda Hotel even further. Meanwhile, Prince Ling, who had desperately driven the Taihuang Cauldron to block the terrifying strike of the Sun God Furnace, was already like a deflated balloon. A sense of despondency radiated from his entire body, as if his life force had been drained away, leaving him looking like a withered corpse. The sniper rifle belonging to the God of Guns, James, and the weapons brought by Beigong Ming were all there. It was inconvenient to carry them, so Beigong Ming made a call; before long, two vehicles arrived to take the weapons away, leaving one car for him. It was then that the owner of the establishment realized with alarm that no matter how wealthy one might be, in the eyes of the legitimate authorities, one was nothing. They allowed you to spend money and bleed wealth only to give you face; otherwise, they could find any excuse to confiscate your property, or worse, ensure you never rose again.