Chapter 203: Sealing a Multi-Billion Deal

From No. 53 Chicken and Goose Alley to Xiaguan Wharf, it was almost a straight line, taking no more than half an hour for a round trip.

Dai Chunfeng had lost all interest in showing them around; his mind was consumed entirely by the radio station.

The equipment was the lifeblood of the secret service. This batch had been swindled by the American sales representatives. Dai Chunfeng wasn’t just worried about the money; he was more concerned about the principal’s reputation.

Seeing Dai Chunfeng so distracted, Chen Jiehua knew he had succeeded.

One must take risks to reap rewards; various benefits awaited.

However, even with such swift action, after only a short time of soul searching, the refined soul of the Three-Eyed Divine Clan cultivator self-destructed due to the soul-search prevention barrier.

The native cultivators of the Chinese Immortal City clenched their fists, feeling both anxiety and a profound sense of indignation.

Upon arriving at Longjiang Prefecture, he had served as a professor there for a full ten years, yet had never been promoted. Instead, he often clashed with his superiors.

He Jingxuan’s words carried a profound enlightenment: to continue such behavior was the greatest repayment to those who had shown kindness.

“Tell me, and I’ll spare your body intact. Refuse, and not only will you be destroyed utterly, but they will die as well. The choice is yours,” the Enchanting Beast said coldly.

Xinwan’s hands resting on her knees gradually clenched tighter. Everything Luo Feng had done was gentle and meticulous, yet... she found it hard to believe.

Chris lay sideways under the quilt, her eyes quietly open. Feeling Celia had already fallen asleep, she slowly closed her own eyes and drifted into slumber together.

Li Yang stepped outside but found several richly dressed cultivators standing beside Chen Tiannan with hostile expressions, arguing fiercely. When they saw Li Yang emerge, they fell silent, revealing a hint of wariness.

Others exchanged bewildered glances, finding it hard to believe. They knew Yi Tianyun was formidable in combat, but could he really be that extraordinary at breaking star patterns? Or was he planning to use brute force to destroy them?

Fang Huairan smiled helplessly at the dozen or so elders. The yin-yang gourd in his hand blinked with black and white light, and Zhou Tong and the others were transported out.

Seeing her expression, Lin Meng no longer hid the truth, explaining the matter clearly in a few words.

Huang Chen was now in the wild mountainous area, lacking clothing, so he tore some off to cover himself.

Gu Qiulan smiled faintly. She didn’t know if there was a Spring Festival Gala these days, but she did know the Xu family didn’t own a television.

Such enemies left no room for negotiation; only war could quell the fury burning in their hearts.

Understanding the implied meaning of these words, Li Haotian’s spine chilled. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and nodded repeatedly.

Time passed slowly. Ning’er and Liu’er, trapped in the illusion, seemed to sense something was amiss. Moreover, since they had been led away from the sea of flowers and no longer inhaled the pollen, the illusion’s effect weakened. From their expressions, it was clear that breaking free was only a matter of time.

Who in a matter of utmost urgency would stroll leisurely, chatting casually before getting to the point?

Li Tianyun turned his head to see five burly men at the narrow alley’s end, all dressed uniformly in black tank tops and sweatpants, steadily advancing inward.

Zheng Zhitao worked all day and was seldom home, so although he knew some things, he wasn’t fully informed.

Lin Xuan smiled and said, “Still fighting? We mean no harm. Why must we force this so bitterly?”

“Oh, don’t like you, don’t touch!” Yun Zhu said deliberately, then ran over to Jun Yi, grabbing his robe.

Lin Manrong clicked her tongue twice. She didn’t believe those words herself, but if she didn’t tease Ji Citian a bit, she wouldn’t feel right.

The Great Chu Empire was truly peculiar, allowing private minting of coins all along. No wonder those feudal lords were all fat and well-fed, maintaining armies and preparing for war.