Chapter 55: Life for Life

Puzzled, Wang Yu followed Lu Xuan into this bug cave, having already witnessed far too many things he could never have imagined before.

The back mountain was some distance away from my home, making it rather secluded and almost deserted. Ever since Dad told me that he had picked me up from this very place, I would often ponder why I was found here by him and what on earth had happened to me, though all of this remained a complete mystery.

Ding Yezizi was still sharing a room with Ding Rou, yet the two of them remained as silent as ever, maintaining a state of utter quietness.

However, Wang Haitao, blessed with a sharp eye, glanced over and immediately caught sight of a pair of slender, snow-white legs. They were remarkably long, presenting a vista of pure, delicate whiteness, with skin as smooth and fine as cheese. It made one involuntarily sigh—how could this possibly be a mother? She looked practically like Ye Shiqin's older sister.

Though such words were easily said, the stark reality was that countless young people possessed no right whatsoever to choose their own lives. What awaited them was nothing more than endless toil as laborers, and when would an end to this ever come?

"Wife, you mentioned earlier about asking Zhou Yian for some documents—what documents?" Huo Lingfeng finally steered the conversation to official matters.

Upon hearing that the company's sovereignty was to be handed over to the third brother, the eldest and second brothers naturally clapped and cheered in approval. The truth was, neither of them was particularly willing to have the company registered under their own names, given the overwhelming pressure and their inability to accept such a burden all at once.

Yet now, looking at Hao Lingzhu’s consistently calm and indifferent expression, Hao Ling always felt a lingering sense of guilt. Perhaps he had poured so much of his heart into managing the business that he had neglected Hao Lingzhu's emotional needs, gradually reducing her to this present state of complete apathy toward everything.

Having confirmed that the person before her was indeed Beiming Yun, Ye Zihan led him back to the presence of Ning Cuier.

Han Junzhe had actually used affairs in America to deceive him. Didn't they know how vital that matter was to him? And yet, he had dared to lie to him about it. Wasn't his motive glaringly obvious? It was simply to lure him away from that hospital room.

Across a sky a hundred kilometers away, just as a faint green glimmer swept past a mountain ridge, a colossal golden sword arrived in an instant.

Taking it from him, Chen Zui gave it a look and saw it was entirely composed of messages from owners of rival kennels—a glaring, naked display of animosity among competitors.

Su Quan felt a surge of fervent heat radiating through his entire body, instantly evaporating the cold sweat from moments before. Half of it was shame, while the other half was a boiling, surging passion, secretly inspiring him to harbor the aspiration of becoming the kind of hero martial arts legends spoke of.

The tea bowl in the burly man's hand suddenly slipped. With a crisp "thud," the bowl crushed the tea table beneath it into splinters. What astonished onlookers was that while the table was shattered to pieces, the bowl remained perfectly intact and undisturbed right in the exact center of the wood fragments.

Clerk Ye's final remark was not out of concern that Inspector Zhang might cause trouble for him, but rather spoken for Wu Song's benefit, reassuring Wu Song that there was no need to worry on his account.

"With you accompanying us, Uncle, my mind is finally at ease. Please let me down now." Pan Jinlian nestled against Wu Song's back, feeling an immense sense of security. She only wished that Wang Eryu were not present; otherwise, she truly hoped she could remain just like that for the rest of her life.

"Chief Constable, you mentioned that this strategy has three flaws. Please enlighten us, for this brother of mine failed to foresee them!" Chen Qing said with a sincere expression.

Just as he was struggling desperately to restrain himself, Shen Liancheng's worried voice suddenly reached his ears, causing his entire body to tense up. His eager, restless lower self was practically screaming for legs to carry him straight toward the bed.

The Bone-Piercing Dragon suddenly surged forward like an arrow released from a string. Sun Niang threw her upper body backward; fortunately, possessing formidable martial arts skills, she immediately clung tightly to the horse's mane. She could only feel the wind roaring past her ears as the grassy fields on both sides raced backward continuously.

The two sides remained in a stalemate. Perhaps I could guess that Yu Minghui, acting under orders to betray Xia Haoyu, must have found it an immense struggle simply to survive being shot. Being captured now, he was bound to be terrified, yet he also knew full well that Xia Haoyu was determined to extract information from him.

Only, Xiao Yan's mood was somewhat low, likely because he was about to part ways with Xiao Ding and Xiao Li once again. Though the Xiao clan was vast, those who truly cared for him were few and far between.

"Understood." Chu Yun was already accustomed to Chu Shang's idiosyncratic way of building up his own dramatic atmosphere.

Although Lin Yurou's death was hard for the audience to accept, the plot had to move forward.

Furthermore, when needed, the footage captured just moments ago could easily serve as a promotional hook to make the show even more explosive.

Xiao Tianyun also wore a smiling expression, save for Xiao Tianxin, whose contrasting black and white eyes watched the little furball with guarded vigilance.

"He was only thinking of the boss," Wen Ling said slowly, her expression noticeably shifting into something rather complex.

The puzzle flashed through everyone's minds, while the bodies of Mo Daoxuan and Wei Wuyai plummeted heavily to the ground at that very moment.

Lin Chen nodded sincerely. Gu Donghai's assessment was correct, and at least his delivery was far easier to accept than Yang Guiqin's.

Gu Lin's face grew cold, a rising blaze of fury igniting within his heart. Against anyone daring to provoke him so unreasonably, he would undoubtedly make them pay a heavy price.

"When the fate of the nation is at stake, when you clearly possess the power to step in and help—will you choose to turn a blind eye? Will you stand aloof and watch from afar?" Xue Changqing's interrogation was fiercely sharp.

These provisions were indeed fresh and palatable, perfectly suited for the common people to consume. Even if the imperial army were to return victorious in the future and no longer required military rations, the workshops producing these foodstuffs could easily be converted for civilian use, preventing them from becoming a burden on the estate.

Shi Ye shook his head without a word, though sensing Su Yi's discomfort, he casually pulled out his electronic tablet, opened it, and sat off to one side to begin working.

"Hear me out first! Suppose everyone were to lay eyes on this fleet—what would happen then?" Luo Tianhuan swept his gaze across the assembly and suddenly asked.

"Is this North River Group really that formidable? They actually make both the military and the police treat them with such deference!" Song Tongtong asked with a hint of worry.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt a trace of regret; this did not match her usual style of behavior. Under normal circumstances, she would have simply stood by and watched with folded arms. Yet she could not afford to do so now—she had to find a way to sneak in and deliver the finishing blow.

While she was still lost in such thoughts, Lu Shiting had already spoken. Breaking away from the cold tone he typically used with her, his voice softened considerably as he addressed the elderly woman.