Volume 1, Chapter 35: Lin Zhiwan Becomes the Target of Public Criticism

Lin Zhiwan looked at the people before her, recognizing many familiar faces. Over the years, they had all achieved significant success in their respective fields. In their eyes, she was merely a housewife who had abandoned her studies and resigned herself to a mediocre life, certainly not someone of their caliber. She chuckled softly and handed her champagne glass to a nearby waiter. "The time is almost up; we can invite the teacher over now."

It was not difficult to find such a venue in Tokyo. Several bends along the embankments of Tokyo’s canals could be easily converted into excellent sites with minor modifications, and with additional wooden structures, they could serve as open-air venues capable of accommodating thousands or even tens of thousands of people with ease.

As for his portion of the task, he had no choice but to trouble Bian Yuanhang, known as the "Natural Typewriter." Qin Laosan’s mahjong parlor offered more than just mahjong; upstairs, there were various gambling machines, and sometimes large-scale games were organized. Otherwise, Qin Laosan could never have lived so comfortably on mahjong table fees alone.

Wu Song and Shi Jin listened from the side. When they first learned that a top-tier expert could earn over ten thousand guan in wages annually, they were too stunned to speak. What was the concept of ten thousand guan?

Among all mathematics journals in the first tier, these four held the highest impact factors.

The leader of the Sixth Group was also amazed by the progress of Song Guoyan and Xi Yao’s investigation; he had not expected a breakthrough in such a short time. For the sake of his own career and the functions of the Sixth Group, the leader gave his full support to the two women, even ordering many members of the Sixth Group to assist in their investigative work.

In current warfare, the most consumed items were entry-level units, such as main battle tanks under sixty tons, aircraft under forty tons, and various types of missiles. In these areas, the production capacity of Ranlun had already reached parity with the Federation.

Seeing Douzi again, Chen Yi could hardly believe it. Douzi, who had been somewhat plump when he last saw her, had grown thin again from days of weeping.

Among them was uranium—though in this world, uranium compounds were known as "magic salt." As for other auxiliary minerals, resources like zirconium, nickel, and tungsten were countless.

The villain they whispered about—Bai Tang—was hovering above the area outside the city, looking down at them from on high.

"Uh, yes. Could it be that the reason I was able to easily kill the person who challenged me back then was because of your help?" Master Tongtian suddenly realized, and he quickly followed up with the question.

"I think... are you trying to go to the ruins behind?" Bubu asked, struggling to control her emotions.

"Was it he who took me out of the alcohol?" Chen Jingyi’s expression soured; she could likely guess a clue or two.

The one who referred to himself as "Gu"—naturally, that could only be Li Chengqian. Ostensibly the most powerful man in Luoyang, and even in Chang'an, he stood only below one person while being above ten thousand. Yet, at this moment, he was red-faced and shouting at several chefs, the leader of whom was trembling like a leaf, soaked in cold sweat.

"You're back! Wait! Why has your aura changed?" Phoenix exclaimed in surprise as she saw Li Tian suddenly appear before her! She had not sensed any fluctuation of true essence! Li Tian had appeared before her inexplicably! If he were an enemy, wouldn't that be dangerous? Phoenix thought to herself.

Just now, because Liu Hang had seen Yun Yeyao first, he hadn't knocked on Lian Fan’s door as he passed. This time, he specifically stood before the door with a serious expression and knocked three times. There was no response; it seemed Lian Fan was either still sleeping or had already gone out. So, Liu Hang continued on his way.

One edge of the rectangular door lock was flush with the edge of the door panel. If a hidden gap were made near the other side of the lock—the end containing the internal parts—it would act like a hollow tube. This hollow tube would extend to the top and bottom ends of the door, connecting the entire panel from top to bottom.

On the handle of the bronze ancient coffin lid was a blood-red heart, covered in veins and stained with blood. What made Huang Qing feel a chill down his spine was that the blood-stained heart was still beating in a grotesque rhythm.

When he realized he had regained consciousness, he found himself falling, his hands empty.

While walking, Huang Qing touched a gold card. He took it out from his robes to examine it; it was the card he had confiscated from the sharp-eared man. After killing hundreds of natives of the Wasteland, Huang Qing had learned the function of these silver cards.

Bullets like torrential rain had destroyed the Self-Defense Force naval unit. Now, only Liu Shen Yiteng and about twenty high-ranking ninjas remained; even the low and mid-ranking ninjas had not escaped, and Ishihara Gotaro had already been riddled with holes like a beehive.

Dao Qiang, watching from the side, was terrified. He kept replaying Xuanyuan Xiao's orders in his mind, but could only grit his teeth and endure.

Xuanyuan Xiao and Hao Zu also looked at each other with suspicion, secretly reversing their Five-Colored Orbs, ready to fight if anything went wrong.

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Xiao felt nothing; this was his intended goal. It was better for everyone to get used to it sooner. Besides, he still called meetings, so it wasn't as if he had completely abandoned his responsibilities.

Seeing him leave, Xuanyuan Xiao felt a burning excitement in his heart. If he could use the Wu-Dragon and Xi-Dragon to break through the air and leave, the Yaba tribesmen, dressed in their light clothing, would certainly freeze to death instantly. If he could let the heavy snow enter, it would trigger a continuous fire—that would be spectacular.

"What... mph." Before Feng Ling could react, Qin Shaojie had already sealed her lips. What followed was another scene of boundless passion.

"Of course not! How could I let someone I care about be harmed in the slightest because of me?" Yuchi Mingxi spoke earnestly, as if he were talking about this specific matter, or perhaps something else entirely.

Only Qin Shaojie not only felt the immense suction but was also dragged into the vortex.

Back then, Sun Ze’s origin had been shattered by Bai Kuang to be refined into a puppet soul. The Drought Demon had been present at the scene, so Luo Kongping naturally knew of Sun Ze’s passing. However, there was nothing more painful than witnessing one's loved one’s origin being shattered while being unable to save them, forced to stand by and watch.

He had missed his chance once; he hadn't expected the path back to be so difficult now. If he hadn't been so avoidant back then and had gathered the courage to accept Li Luoluo's feelings, he wouldn't have ended up in this state today.