Chapter 30: How Did These Two Things Come About?

Lin Xilan stepped out of the hotel, and a wave of heat hit her face. She looked around, and her gaze eventually settled on a convenience store nearby.

She entered the store, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and glanced at the shelves behind the counter. After a brief pause, she said, "Give me a pack of Yuxi cigarettes and a lighter."

The clerk turned to hand her the cigarettes and said with a flirtatious smirk, "Beauty..."

Qiu Yuechan let out a cold snort, ignoring Qin Tian completely. She climbed into her BMW Z4, started the engine, and prepared to leave.

Hong Tianjiao was reluctant to miss her chance to be on screen. Finally, Wang Dao promised that when he returned to film his scenes, he would have her appear alongside him, and he even brought out his ultimate trump card: the temptation of the corpse of the Zombie King, Zhen Daozi. Only then did she agree.

Snap. She turned on the room lights, and that was when I realized that the person lying next to me on the bed was actually Han Xiaoxue. She was unconscious, her face looking incredibly haggard.

Zhou Wei picked up the string attached to the jade and hung it around his own neck. He could feel a faint, cooling sensation radiating from the stone.

Just then, the van door was slid open. The man's angry expression froze on his face as a gleaming machete reached out from inside the vehicle and rested against his throat.

Then, his figure flickered; clutching the large shears, he rushed deep into the Minghu Shipyard, beginning his search for the assembly workshop.

Deep in the mountains, within such a massive range, even the most experienced hunter would never find a way out without a compass. Moreover, with dark clouds rolling across the sky, there was nothing to guide the way.

The car drove all the way into the courtyard of the hilltop villa and came to a stop. Li Hua had already arrived, bringing new materials for the body-tempering liquid. Even with the state's full resources dedicated to searching and acquiring them, this batch was half the size of the last one.

Upon arriving at the five-star hotel, the four of us got out and walked toward the entrance. I saw a line of bodyguards in black suits and uniformed security guards standing at the door. I cast a glance at them and continued walking past with an air of nonchalance.

The fabric curtain was highly flammable; in an instant, it caught fire. I immediately flicked my cigarette butt away and collapsed, pretending to be unconscious.

Lin's requirement was realistic and straightforward. If, after drawing the map, the time required for a mission round could be limited to under forty minutes—ideally around thirty—it would be considered a success.

"Does this have anything to do with my resignation? Don't think that telling me this will make me stay," Yang Jinfan said.

I understood everything A-Yi was saying. At most, I could hold off the Flame Corpse for a little while, but if the Wasp Corpse Beast, the Eucalyptus Corpse Wood, and the Flame Corpse all attacked at once, there would be nothing I could do.

"I know you want to make it easier for us to leave, and I know you have the company's best interests at heart," Xu Huinan said earnestly to Kuo, "but if this happens again, handle it exactly as I said." At these final words, Xu Huinan's eyes were filled with a bloody intensity, and Kuo felt that this murderous glint was even more intense than before.

With that, Yuntian climbed onto Ziyou's back. Ziyou suppressed the urge to beat him up, constantly reminding herself that he was an injured man and not to hold it against him. Still, could he be any more shameless? A grown man forcing her to carry him—it was truly exasperating.

"Aren't we going to the party? I'll give you a lift on the way." Mu Nanjin winked at her. She almost gagged; it wasn't that Mu Nanjin was particularly lecherous, but seeing such an expression on a face she detested naturally made her stomach turn.

It wasn't until noon the next day that the tightly shut doors were opened once more. Uncle Ji's temples had grayed even further; it seemed that pondering the news last night had taken a heavy toll on his mind. He looked quite weary.