Chapter 223: Chen Jiehua Brings the Korean Operation to a Close

January 30, 1933 (the 22nd year of the Republic of China), Northeast China.
The disbandment of the Jiangbei Independent Division dealt a heavy blow to Zhao Zihe. On this day, the Northern Manchuria Provincial Committee ruled that Zhao Zihe should bear the primary responsibility, striking down X2, and plunging his life into its first trough.
In that era, responsibility was something no one could clearly define, but the facts ultimately had to be faced.
Yet at this time, an utterly dejected Zhao Zihe felt he had no face to go look for Guan Wuhen, so he went into seclusion under an assumed name.

"Then let's go together!" Su Ling nodded. Zi Leng was very stubborn, or rather, fearless of death; but this was Soul Cold. If he feared death, he would not be Soul Cold, and this was precisely the point Su Ling appreciated.
The Black Dragon Society played a tremendous role in instigating the Russo-Japanese War, dispatching troops to invade Northeast China, and launching the war of aggression against China.

"Young Master Long, along the way, Huang Min and the others will rely on you to take care of them. This old man thanks you in advance!" Patriarch Phoenix said with a smile again.
The members of the Long family clamored endlessly. Huo Tianen was pinned to the ground by Du Yu, unable to flip himself over at all, trembling all over with rage.

Through the system in the past, Xia Xuan possessed the Appraisal Skill, and instantly managed to appraise the grade of the spear.
"Inside here is the True Dragon's Blood, open it and take a look yourself." As he spoke, Splitting Heaven Divine Reflection tossed the True Dragon's Blood directly to Su Ying.

Leng Bianheng breathed heavily, gritting his teeth as he looked at Du Yu. Such a miserable defeat at Du Yu's hands was something he simply could not accept. But this was already a fact, and furthermore, he and his son could be considered completely ruined; whether they could survive this time was an unknown variable.
"Hoo~" Terumi Mei seemed to sense Hoshino Ice's awkwardness and blew a puff of air into his ear.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." As an entrance was smashed open, that piercing sound rang out frantically beside Su Lingdao's ears, as if one fly after another were burrowing into his ears, threatening to rupture his eardrums.
"It is said that Gaara competed for this caravan protection mission as a candidate for Kazekage. Unexpectedly, Gaara has received a great deal of support, and this incident has already been counted as one of his political achievements, making his bid for the position of Kazekage even stronger." The old minister reported the information from the Village Hidden in the Sand truthfully.

Sanqi shed all her tension, and her smile naturally became much more relaxed, looking forward to living in such a peaceful and comfortable environment for a long time.
"Empress Dowager, we should immediately dispatch someone to Pingcheng to issue an imperial decree, ordering General Yun to search for the Emperor's whereabouts in Pingcheng," Yang Jiaojian remonstrated.

However, Piccolo would not foolishly believe it. He had eyes and the ability to perceive; Vegeta's meager strength, while indeed very powerful if judged by a year ago, now appeared to be nothing more than trash.
Wang Xiu turned his head to look, and it turned out to be Zhu Jia, who had not been drinking much all along, walking over to dim the lights. He had not really been drinking much anyway, and coupled with Wang Xiu's engrossed singing, he found himself paying a bit more attention to Wang Xiu.

Upon hearing his cries, Xuanming's mother seemed plunged into endless agony, her frail shoulders heaving, yet she still forced back her tears, refusing to let them fall.
For an instant, the expressions of Kakashi and Sasuke shifted unconsciously, though merely a fraction of a second later, they reverted to their former looks.

Only now came the most crucial step, which was imprinting. During this period, several people had to maintain a precise balance, otherwise all previous efforts would be wasted.
"Tie the rope around your waist, the three of us will be linked together, I am going to break the formation!" Ye Feng reminded. The other two hurriedly did as Ye Feng said.

"Help me steady her." Minglong listening to this, sat down behind Jinse's body, letting Jinse lean against his embrace. Jinse was wearing only a thin inner garment, and Minglong could even feel Jinse's sharp bones pressing against his chest.
In the point-race, winning a match yielded +3 points, and losing a match yielded +1 point. Overall, the top five spots were still determined by the tally of wins and losses.

Ling Feng looked at the silver fox blocking his path. It bared its teeth at him, as if it wanted to devour him whole.