Chapter 57: Lock Him Up

After saying goodbye to Chen Guodong, Yang Hui also took his leave.
The two of them happened to run into each other in the corridor.
As the head of the police station, Yang Hui took the initiative to greet Zhao Weimin, "Weimin, you were truly wronged by today's incident. Later on, once I release Lin Shu, you can just take him back together with you."
"That works too. ......"

Given Gu Han's current strength, even without the Dragon-Glory Sword, dealing with someone at the ultimate limit of the Martial Master realm would only be slightly troublesome using his usual methods. However, he was willing to give up the vast majority of his advantages and chose to fight him bare-handed—which was the very reason why his fierce battle with the Qilin Hound lasted for nearly an hour.

When Shen Muyu asked Fatty Tiger how to get to the cultivation place and where it was located, Fatty Tiger simply told her that all she needed to do was close her eyes.

Just as Yan Bin was hesitating whether to go in or not, a flash suddenly appeared before his eyes, and a beam of light completely engulfed him.

Judging by the man's attire, he should be Boss Wang's son, Wang Cong! Ye Feng began to survey the surrounding environment. The area of the second floor was roughly about the size of a basketball court, and Wang Cong was tied up tightly and thrown onto the sacrificial altar in the center.

"Plastic surgery your sister! The two of you are the ones who had work done! This daddy here is one hundred percent all-natural!" Ye Feng immediately threw a tantrum upon hearing that; having his handsome face doubted was absolute grounds for fury.

Accompanied by the Evil Spirit Emperor's figure, a chilling treasure saber materialized in his hand.

He picked up her hand, pressing it firmly against his chest without a word, his gaze shimmering with a moonlight-like silver radiance.

Watching her husband frequently frequenting the deep palace, Song Wanxin grew suspicious, anxious, and plagued by gains and losses. Egged on by Xu Hui, she sent people to tail her husband, and whenever he returned a little late, she would subject him to all sorts of cross-examinations, driving Master Xiahou to the verge of exasperation.

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I shook my head and said, "No, Jiao Ba instructed us that we must wait for him here and avoid causing any more trouble." If the two of us set off to look for him now, we would easily end up taking the wrong fork in the road, which would genuinely spell trouble.

With just a few brief remarks, Xiang Shaolong naturally eased Sun Shangxiang's mood, filling her with self-confidence and boundless joy.

Meanwhile, after Xie Wanying had a chat with her mother in the apartment, her assistant called to report that something had happened at the company. Mother Su had arrived at the Xie Corporation's branch office, explicitly demanding to see the CEO and declaring she would not leave without meeting her.

However, he felt as though the head of the family had suffered some severe form of stimulation, entirely unlike his usual calm, composed self who could effortlessly point the way to rule the country.

The moment Ming Yin stepped through the doorway, the icy expression on Biyue's face vanished without a trace. Her eyes grew hazy once more, a delicate blush rose across her alabaster cheeks, and an elusive smile played at the corners of her lips—she looked every bit the charming picture of a drunken woman.

Fearing that Jiang Yinghan might slip away through the back door, she desperately wished she could clone herself to wait by the back exit as well. But recalling the background of the news photograph from her past life, Gu Keyu decided to stake it out at the main entrance instead.

Consequently, following rigorous auditing by relevant national departments, Jiang Shan Trading and Jiang Shan Real Estate Company officially formed independent shares, stripped away affiliations, and respectively became equity-participating and controlling subsidiaries of the Jiang Shan Group.

Such a noble stellar guardian deity, if exposed prematurely, would likely provoke hunting and killing by countless people.

Niu Niu suddenly let out a fierce bark at her master, clearly having understood his words and expressing righteous indignation against anyone who discriminated against dogs.

"Team leader, the rooftop sniper has been eliminated!" Xiao Zhuangzhuang's voice immediately rang out in the earpiece.

Celebrity after celebrity walked down the red carpet, accompanied by alternating waves of cheers—loud and soft—from which the celebrity's status and popularity could be gauged.

With Wang Fei's keen nose tracking the scent, the water-ghost nests hidden away in obscure corners were ferreted out one by one, managing to locate a suitably sized wave of water ghosts on average every fifteen minutes.

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It turned out that the young man before him was not some good-for-nothing recruited by the Hongyun Martial Arts School. It was simply his own poor judgment, failing to recognize a piece of genuine jade embedded in gold, and mistaking a genius for trash.

Every dynasty brings its own officials; his beloved adoptive father, Emperor Zhongzong of Tang, had already passed away. Although he and the current emperor, Li Longji, were technically siblings, their relationship was lukewarm at best. He had no idea how he would be placed upon returning. Moreover, Zheng Peng was not only a great favorite by the crown prince's side but also enjoyed stellar relations with the powerful elites of Chang'an—befriending Zheng Peng certainly could do no harm.

The guards dared not stop him, and no one else dared to interfere either. The car drove straight out onto the road and vanished from everyone's sight.

It was not until the earthenware jar exploded with a bang that Li Ying finally understood why his royal father had summoned him, and grasped the true importance of Zheng Peng to the Great Tang. He had always thought his father was far too indulgent toward Zheng Peng, but looking back now, if he himself were the one sitting on the throne, let alone taking him as a son-in-law, bestowing the title of a prince of a different surname would not have been excessive at all.

"Hoo...", Mo slowly placed his right hand against his forehead, covering his face with one hand, and let out a long sigh. When he lowered his hand once more, the expression on his face had already returned to calm and natural composure.

Countless portraits, bearing all his longing—if his parents could look at these portraits properly while he was away, and use them to fondly remember him, that would be more than enough.

Regardless of whether it was morning, noon, or evening, their meals consisted entirely of steamed buns—those dry, hard, coarse-flour buns that looked every bit like rocks.

Actually, right from the start, Yagyu Jubei and Miyamoto Musashi had been engineering this exact opportunity; they had never harbored illusions of assassinating Li Ruoyu through ninjutsu or simple killer moves.

While feeling a sense of fortune, the cultivator was deeply shaken by his opponent's extraordinary insight. Growing increasingly cautious, he hardly dared to employ his spiritual sense lightly anymore, nor did he dare to rashly unleash any major ultimate techniques, wholeheartedly pushing the puppet's advantages to their absolute limit.

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