Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Day Before the Expedition

It was unexpected that after a mere trip to the Heavenly Court, his body would already contain such pure essence. If this is true, a transaction of 2.5 billion with a fifteen-percent commission—my god, this deal is incredibly profitable.

The Koi Boy gave a mischievous smile and winked at Du Feng. He knew Du Feng didn't care about the temperature of the magma and might try to show off by not dodging. In reality, this was just a feint; the true purpose was to lock onto the opponent's ankle. In this world, these brothers are the only ones he can trust. If he can't trust them, there is no one else worth trusting.

No one knows what the old man was thinking; after looking at it, he actually patched that loophole back up. The moment that hole appeared, many high-ranking officials in Holy Dragon City thought the seal had been broken and saw hope, only to realize it was all a misunderstanding.

Every time they flew back and forth, they left two bloody holes in Su Yuan’s body. A moment later, his body was covered in gashes spurting blood, with more and more wounds opening up.

Thirdly, this is out on the high seas. The Golden-Armored Profound Spiders and the hundred billion demons cannot fly, so naturally, they cannot be released to swim.

"That's right, I do look down on your Olympian Divine Realm. If you keep babbling, I wouldn't mind disfiguring you," Long Yunfeng said coldly. He couldn't be bothered with pleasantries with Athena; although they had once shared the camaraderie of battle, their positions were now clearly defined, leaving no room for idle chatter.

Xiahou Shuying still refused to let Shangguan Yun go, whipping her braided hair at her again. Du Feng stepped forward and caught the braid. No sooner had he grabbed it than he felt a sharp pain in his hand. Looking down, he realized his palm was bleeding.

The Qi family remained silent. Qi Tianqiao was nowhere to be seen, and there was no news of Qi Heng. The White-Robed Saint Messenger, whom everyone speculated about, seemed as if he had never existed. The oppressive, gloomy sky felt like a giant cage, locking away any power that dared to attempt a breakthrough. But no one could predict what kind of demon might descend the moment the floodgates suddenly opened.

Although Zhao Gan had many things on his mind, his thoughts shifted rapidly and the process took only a moment. Ji Shengkai had just finished taking off his hat and honestly raised his hands, and his two attendants followed suit.

As long as the military shows strength, those merchants and mercenaries will surely shrink back. As long as they aren't pushed to the brink, they wouldn't dare confront the regular army head-on.

Who is Xia Haitong? What storms hasn't she weathered? Is she the type of person to be knocked down by a single slap? If the Corinna Auction House were to really do that, they would likely offend people—and offend them deeply—which would lead to quite a headache for them in the future.

Suddenly, the screech of brakes pierced Xia Haitong’s ears. She looked at the sports car shrouded in the night, her heart rate surging.

The white man gave a sinister smile and thrust his hand forward with great force, brute-forcing his way past Lei Jun’s dagger, and then moved to slice his short blade across Lei Jun’s throat. Lei Jun was startled and scrambled to the ground, dragging Zhou Leilei with him, while firing two shots from his 1911. The first shot missed, but the second hit the white man squarely in the waist.

Xue Hai looked up and shook his head: "Where are there any dove shadows? Aside from the clouds hovering in the vast sky, there is only the forest, appearing as imposing as a thousand armies."

Wang Xingyi was a founding hero; just to hatch a Thunder Qilin, he was willing to bear the charge of treason, go into seclusion here with his entire family, and exhaust his family's fortune.

As soon as he finished speaking, the room was in an uproar. Everyone focused their gaze on them: the man on the left wore sunglasses and a pitch-black suit, while the man on the right kept his baseball cap pulled low, wearing casual clothes.

"I... I’ll give you money. As long as you let me go, I can give you a lot of money," Huang Batian pleaded obsequiously.

Jiang Chen also raised his left arm to block Zhou Tian’s punch, and both men kicked out at each other’s abdomens simultaneously.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled in silent agreement. Only three firms would remain after the bidding process. They had already agreed before the hearing to use low prices to drive the other three out; as for who would ultimately win the contract, it would depend on which of them had the most capability.

Chen Fan looked down over the city, discovering that the layout of the streets and markets was uniform and orderly, very similar to the new districts of the Myriad Demon City. However, there was a difference: the city was crisscrossed by a dense network of waterways, and nearly half of the buildings were constructed entirely on the sea—it was a water city filled with exotic charm.

Dawn broke, and the sky was just beginning to brighten. Qiao Er looked at the rising sun and thought to himself that today could be considered an auspicious day.

If it were just a standard deposit or similar payment, the headquarters could manage, but Osman wanted a massive system engineering project similar to the 156 projects the Soviet Union supported domestically, which was truly beyond the capabilities of the headquarters.

It seemed as if he would miss something important if he didn't save her, so without any extra thought, he had already spoken up to buy her.

"That doesn't mean I can convince that old fossil. What does he know about love?" Xia Zhi said gloomily.

The man pursed his lips and didn't respond to her, simply lowering his head. Under her surprised gaze, he leaned in and sealed her lips, tasting the sweetness he had been longing for for a long time.

Sure enough, within just half an hour, Wang Tianhu had an arm and a leg severed by Uncle Dong.

Although they had previously reached out to familiar media outlets to help resolve any potential trouble, the agent’s heart could not help but race with anxiety.