Chapter 239: Conclusion of the Explosion Incident

At the end of April, Yang Dengying sent a telegram. Through extensive investigations, Bai Shiwei's mission in Tianjin was finally uncovered.

Beginning in 1932, the former military governor of Hunan, Zhang Jingyao, colluded with Kenji Doihara, growing restless and making repeated secret contacts in preparation for accepting the position of Commander-in-Chief of the puppet Ping-Jin Second Army offered by Japan.

Upon receiving the confidential intelligence, Chiang Kai-shek dispatched Bai Shiwei northward to Tianjin to first unearth evidence of Zhang Jingyao's treasonous conspiracy, confirming his status as a national traitor.

Zhou Tian never expected Zhou Ling'er to launch such a sudden and ferocious attack. In his urgency, he violently twisted backward and ducked, yet the dagger still sliced off a strand of Zhou Tian's hair.

"Little Brother, during the time you were away, I have successfully refined the Third Sister's Flame-Deriving Pill. You should take one now," Firebird's ethereal voice suddenly rang out.

Finally coming to a temporary halt, I decided to rest for a moment before tackling a few more quests. The second quest I accepted was to gather ten Desert Serpent skins, located in the Forgotten Hills, not far from the Iron Crocodile tribe I encountered last time.

Seeing that Mu Yi had finally mobilized his spiritual power, Tao Ming and Lü Yue, who had been worrying for him all along, breathed a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, Qingling sat quietly to the side with an expression of serene detachment, though a trace of imperceptible turbulence flickered within her deep pupils.

After chatting with Mu Yi for a while, Ding Yi, Zhou Shan, Lü Yue, Tao Ming, Lin Yu, Lin Yi, and Red Ling all took their leave, stating that they would come to watch Mu Yi's match again in a few days.

It was as if Wen Yuqiao could perceive every thought in Lady Dou's mind. She, too, was suppressing the surging torrent, rage, and despair within her heart, struggling to rein in the impulse to pounce forward and rip her flesh to shreds.

The elderly leader raised his sickle toward the fallen Scyther. With two slicing sounds, the fallen Scyther instantly let out an agonizing, soul-rending cry.

"Luomei pays her respects to the General." The newcomer was none other than Luomei. After escorting Qin Wuyou back to the Ghost Sect to recover from her injuries, she received a message from Lan Rongyue instructing her to bring the Witch Tribe map and come to the aid of Wei Qi.

What was physical pain? She believed this was merely the beginning; what Consort Dou intended to do next would be the true punishment.

"This guy has nothing else in his mind except treasures. Still, Optimus Prime makes a valid point. Since we've finally made it to this undersea world, we simply must find a souvenir or two to take back. Let's go." Ouyang Jue thought for a moment and ultimately agreed to the money-obsessed suggestion of Optimus Prime.

Controlled by his rational persona, An Zhe frowned slightly and suddenly revealed a look of sudden realization.

Francisco García tightly shadowed him, refusing to give Paul any opening. Right at the start, when Paul executed a stop-and-go acceleration, he was successfully locked down by Francisco García.

Zhou Zhineng stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly twisted her ankle and fell toward the side. On her side was Gu Dongjue, who had remained silent throughout. As she listed to the side, Gu Dongjue naturally reached out to steady her, and she seized the opportunity to lean against him, lowering her gaze with a gentle and delicate expression, her voice dropping to a whisper audible only to the five of them.

Over a hundred of them were willing to join the Hailan Village. For those who were unwilling, Baal did not force them, instructing John to arrange for people to escort them home once they returned to the village. The rescued crowd naturally showered him with profuse thanks and tears of gratitude.

In the span of a fleeting instant, Galactus's mind raced through countless thoughts. With a cold snort, his entire body shuddered, and dark red tentacles resembling sky-blotting ribbons extended outward from him. In a single blink, they blanketed the entire summit of the solitary cliff, sweeping toward Rayner.

He could only salvage some face and self-esteem from He Yong. Even if it meant swallowing his pride and exhausting every possible method, he was determined to force He Yong into a duel with him. As long as he could defeat He Yong, no matter how much dignity he lost today, it wouldn't look too unsightly.

He Yong did not stop, continuously channeling streams of internal energy to mend and stabilize the old man's injuries.

Coach Blatt felt deeply depressed. Having originally thought coaching the Cavaliers would be set to easy mode, he discovered it was actually set to hell difficulty. It was utterly despairing.

That Boss Mo laughed, the scar on his face twitching slightly in response. He finally withdrew his gaze, though he remained silent.

Why? Can't I give birth myself? If I cannot give birth myself, then pray tell, why is that?

The teachers came downstairs chatting and laughing, even tossing harmless jests at Wang Zijun before leaving. Looking at their unconstrained demeanor, they seemed more like old friends of Wang Zijun.

"Bravo!" Following a brief hush, a slightly frantic shout of approval burst from the hall! At this moment, every single man present was conquered by this ultimate femme fatale.

In a distant era, when mankind was yet unable to enter the realm of the skies, people once worshipped such a deity—a colossal white whale that would occasionally appear in human dreams. That immense creature, soaring freely through the heavens, was one of the most magnificent visions in human dreams.

As the giant dragon emerged, Lu Tianheng rushed to the front, swept up Phoenix in his arms, and retreated backward. Phoenix had become stiff and ice-cold like a Buddha statue, prompting Lu Tianheng to hastily administer treatment to her.

By the entirety of 1982, Osborne Computer Corporation's revenue had actually reached seventy million US dollars, leading many business commentators to regard Osborne as a computer giant on par with Steve Jobs.

There were still quite a few people dining in the cafeteria. Upon hearing Li Santai disparage Wang Liuqing in such a manner, they burst into uproarious, irrepressible laughter.

Having thoroughly grasped the situation, Zhao Xuan felt an immensely bizarre sensation. Zhao Chaofeng had joined the underworld? And it seemed he was wholeheartedly prepared to make a career out of it in the criminal underworld? He didn't even pay any mind when his own biological father went over there?

Such peerless martial arts secrets within the Jin-style martial arts world involved exceptionally profound applications. They could push one's latent potential to the absolute limit and project it onto the world. Under equivalent rules, the power of the world wielded by such a person might become tens of times stronger or even more compared to those without it.

For instance, in early 21st-century China, the scale of the music record market was merely several hundred million. Relying solely on selling physical records, even the biggest superstar could hardly sell one million copies of a single album.

Right until the sun was high in the sky, Liu Yihua had no choice but to get out of bed. He had numerous matters to attend to today; Li Xiping and Zhou Xiuyun were also arriving today to carry out promotional campaigns. Propaganda was of paramount importance, and therefore, the very first thing Liu Yihua prioritized after capturing any territory was robust propaganda.

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Qingyao was still able to grit his teeth and endure it, but Zhuo Qingyi suddenly let out a wail and burst into tears.

"Present!" Zhuang Dongrong, the Manchu platoon leader, was the absolute most suitable candidate for an operation directed toward the Northeast, a region heavily populated by Manchus.

After conducting an inspection, Long Chen realized that the injuries were of no major consequence; only his internal organs had suffered some tearing and bleeding due to compression, while the critical meridians were only slightly affected, which would not hinder his use of forbidden classic abilities or the absorption of magic stones.

"I didn't expect you to be so punctual. I thought it would take you quite a bit of time to stealthily cross the imperial-controlled zone," the colonel said with satisfaction.

Tong Lu did not entirely understand how vital the Postnatal Realm was, but he was not someone consumed by excessive curiosity or idle chatter; though he did not understand, he asked no questions, simply gazing at his Sect Master with respectful eyes as he quietly awaited instructions.