Chapter 62: Fox Mei'er Descends the Mountain

Jairo looked at Mo Qianxun in surprise. "So you actually come from the Dragon Country."

Mo Qianxun flashed a smiling face. "If you want to put it that way, I suppose that's true."

"Let's get down to business. Which tier are you planning to choose?"

Jairo fell silent for a moment. "I'd like to order the fourth tier. How many points will that cost?"

"For the fourth tier, our quoted price is one hundred and fifty thousand points, which averages out to three thousand points per piece."

During times of peace and when there were no military exercises, he had never once been assigned a combat mission, not even one of the lowest rank.

Putting aside Wang Yuan's character for the moment, the members of the Ragtag Group held an immense amount of respect for his sheer strength.

With the Serpent King blocking Su Yuniang, he broke away immediately, leaping over the high wall and flying toward Murong Zhen.

"Starting today, the position of Right Chancellor is abolished. Henceforth, there shall be only one Chancellor in the Vangu Kingdom." Emperor Brahma flickered his sleeves, extinguishing the heavenly thunder and scattering the dark clouds.

Until now, even though she knew that ninety percent of Xu Shiying's wish was to die, Qin Ran still refused to believe it. How could the man who, just days ago, had sworn so resolutely to protect her and Cheng Juan, now lie so coldly upon the bed?

"I need to go to the restroom. I feel a bit too excited right now." Suya headed to the washroom, unable to contain her overwhelming excitement.

Consequently, the profits of the Favart Steel Corporation would be affected, which in turn would impact the incomes of Neville and Winston.

It had been agreed upon from the start that one day would suffice, and for a normal surgery, a single day was indeed enough. In fact, the chief surgeon had already resolved the operating room issue today.

Brewster was momentarily stunned, not expecting things to go so smoothly or for the captain to be so reasonable, almost as if divine assistance were helping them.

In a direct clash, Wang Yuan might be half a step inferior to the nearly level-eighty Bai Shijing, but his greatest advantage lay not in his martial arts cultivation, but in the formidable combat skills of a grandmaster-level pugilist.

Along the long street, everyone raised their heads to gaze into mid-air, followed by the eruption of deafening cheers.

A commotion had already arisen behind them, as if a squad of underworld soldiers had given chase, though it was unclear how word had reached them.

The sword-wielding general's face darkened, his eyes beneath the visor glowing a crimson red. The fingers gripping the hilt of his sword twisted, producing a faint sound of cracking bones.

Eighteen did not speak, raising her eyes to look at him in slight astonishment. With a swift turn, Gong Lingrui placed her on the couch, lay down beside her fully clothed, and pulling her into his arms with a long reach, patted her gently and said, "Sleep!" At the same time, he extinguished the candlelight.

If one were to say that they had spent their days facing each other and were inseparable all these years, that would be true. However, to suggest there was any illicit romance between them—Yan Rui hardly seemed the type, and Ye Jingxuan even less so.

Suhaha did not catch what Angela had said. Watching her, his inner turmoil deepened, for he had witnessed that crystal core enter the space between Angela's eyebrows, and he wondered if she too possessed a connection to the Dragon race.

"Are we joking here? Director Cao, are you certain there are robbers in the hospital? We have no doubts, but we haven't heard anything of the sort until now. This is no laughing matter. Caution is always wise. They can't just send people to storm the hospital simply because Cao Zhanjun is completely in the dark."

"Why are you always slacking off and daydreaming? Get back to work!" the owner of the restaurant where she worked part-time demanded aggressively, standing with her hands on her hips.

Xue Xingran shook his head; this so-called "trump card" was completely useless to him. Tossing it casually into his storage pouch, he drew out Lingyun's storage pouch instead.

"Has it been four days?" Suhaha muttered to himself. He had not expected to remain unconscious for so long, and as he looked at the four people before him, words failed him on his lips.

After bidding a tight, individual farewell and embracing Tang Jin, Tang Tianba and the others boarded the carriage drawn by four celestial horses, stepping into its luxurious cabin.