Chapter 227: Pay More to Retrieve Your Bullet

Chen Jiehua’s words carried hidden meaning, but the crude bombmaker failed to catch it.

“Don’t know how to treat a gunshot wound? Aren’t all those fake foreign doctors supposed to know? I knew you were a fraud!”

“Did I say I didn’t know how?”

“This gunshot wound needs the bullet removed, anesthesia, and anti-inflammatory medicine. One silver dollar won’t cover it—you’ll have to pay extra.”

“How much extra?” another voice asked.

“Three silver dollars, three in total.”

“Fine, you do it.”

She couldn’t help but feel that her older brother valued women more than friends—that once he had a wife, he would disregard his sister.

When the nearby police arrived, they only found the religious leader’s corpse and seized the Soviet-made weapon left behind by the fleeing criminal. This incident shocked the Iranian police.

After a brief glance at Lu Lingqi, she never appeared again, leaving Tao Ying anxious.

“Zhou Fangzun comes from a military family. Could Jiang Fan possibly be connected to the military?” A cold, ghostly voice whispered from the shadows behind.

This mountain peak wasn’t always theirs; it wasn’t called Black Mysterious Peak before. Later, when the Dark Fiend arrived, the mountain changed hands. The Dark Fiend and his wife once lived here; after she passed away, he sealed off the area.

A massive pillar of light gradually engulfed Lu Shuqing’s figure, ripping him apart as if torn by the beams. The dazzling radiance scattered in all directions; Yun Piaoying couldn’t even open her eyes.

Yet, I found it hard to look away. Saying this might sound superstitious, but since this is a product of forbidden knowledge, perhaps the spirit-reversing medicine’s potency could defy certain common beliefs.

If you marked NATO member countries one by one on a map, even a blind person would see who this organization was targeting.

I could only choose to adapt to these aftereffects, hoping they were temporary and would fade with time.

The auction continued; item after item was sold. The one hundred and thirty-seventh item was Ye Jiangchuan’s Ancient Golden Dragon Eight Extremes Tower.

The teahouse owner frowned, hesitating as if wanting to say something. He glanced at Wuxin before lowering his head again, a fine sweat trickling down his forehead. Wuxin grew even more puzzled, unsure whether the owner’s nervousness stemmed from his questioning or from fear of the Plum Blossom Manor.

“Control your men, and those cowardly rats hiding in the shadows. If there’s a next time, I will kill you all!” The Dragon Emperor scanned the surrounding forest and then looked at Wuxin. It seemed he had already sensed the remaining shadows lurking in the dark, or perhaps he had known all along.

A wave of icy white mist surged forth, carrying a biting cold that swept over everyone. Compared to this chill, the frosty world outside seemed like a warm sunny day.

People flew backward. As for the Deva, having achieved his goal, he took his leave without pressing any demands on the others.

A cold voice thundered, and from the Divine Sea emerged a dark purple phoenix radiating an utterly terrifying aura. Within his internal organs, a fearsome divine power seed erupted, astonishing all who witnessed it.

Yet after leaving the Gu family conglomerate, he believed that with his son’s talents, he could still carve out a remarkable future.

Under the starlight, across thousands of miles of legend, in a blink, Ye Jiangchuan found himself in a vast wasteland.

At that moment, his heart felt as if an invisible hand was pulling him backward! Had he not retreated, he would have been shot by arrows. Without that, he certainly wouldn’t have had the courage to move forward; he would have run home crying, diving into the warmth of the felt tent.

Passing through the metal door, the first thing that caught his eye was a vast oval hall, its walls made entirely of transparent glass. It was called transparent because it was covered tightly with earth and stones, making it perfectly clear.

Hu Cheng instinctively touched his face. His hand came away wet, yet there was not a hint of rain in the sky. Turning his head, he saw two tear streaks still lingering on Wang Yan’s face.