Chapter 45: The Trap Set by Shen Cenhui

Just as Wei Yang decided to give up, the man beside her suddenly took the bidding paddle from her hand.

Then she saw him raise it and heard him say, “Two million and ten thousand!”

Wei Yang froze. Her beautiful, clear eyes widened as she stared at Shen Cenzhi in astonishment.

Without even glancing at her, Shen Cenzhi calmly lowered the bidding paddle...

The teacher at the academy looked at Song Lanyi, who seemed less like a person reciting than an emotionless memorization machine, and hesitated, torn between speaking and remaining silent.

Even though she held the advantage in technique, the difference in strength between them was undeniable. That punch, despite being restrained, left Song Lanyi’s wrist throbbing with pain.

As the Heavy Machinery Factory was the Liberation Road Branch’s most important major corporate client, if it truly transferred its basic account to another bank, the branch’s corporate deposits would fall by at least a fifth. How could she possibly accept that?

The two of them found a place especially suited for watching the sea and feeling the breeze. They curled up in their chairs and chatted in perfect comfort.

A child from a family like his simply did not have the same eye for beauty as Wang Zhonghan, that pampered young nobleman who had been steeped in his family’s traditions day and night.

That was why Ye Lingwan seemed so nervous now. This was her only chance, and everything depended on Tang Li.

All the saints gathered at the palace, chatting idly. Stripped of their usual aura, they looked... just like ordinary old men and women.

Seeing that Wen Lan enjoyed them, Jing Shiyue deliberately picked some extra and placed them in the refrigerated compartment of her storage space.

In an instant, the birds in the sky came surging toward them in a dense black mass. The beasts in their cages began slamming against the bars with even greater ferocity, as though they meant to break free from their prisons. Their howls left everyone nearby trembling in terror.

To be honest, she knew how powerful the Night Palace was. She also knew that if forced into a corner, these people might well come to blows.

The corner of Black Jue’s mouth curved faintly. A trace of reminiscence flickered through his reddish-gold eyes as he spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

The air at the spot exploded. In an instant, he reached the speed of sound, flashing like a demon god to the side of the blood-red figure that had burst from the bottom of the abyss.

The alley was pitch-black, without a single streetlamp. Tang Tian, weighing more than eighty kilograms, pressed down on Liu Xuan like a mountain.

Because Li Bisheng was the main subject of the investigation, Zhang Huowang—a fool still dreaming that Ge Dongxu and Liu Jiayao would be dealt with—was taken away by the Ministry of State Security for questioning in the dead of night. He was nearly frightened into wetting himself.

“Gulp... gulp...” He drank no more slowly than Tang Tian had moments earlier. After draining a bottle of white liquor, he tossed the bottle aside and glared fiercely at Tang Tian with bloodshot eyes.

When Liu Jiayao saw that familiar face appear outside the window, she pressed her own face against the glass without thinking. One hand gently stroked that familiar face through the pane.

“Why choose this place for our meeting?” Once Gan Luo had wiped his mouth clean, Ying Zheng asked unhurriedly.

Xing Wujie flew into a rage at that. What did he mean, saying they could sense one another if they were fated to meet? Xing Wujie had no time to sit around waiting for some blind-cat-finds-dead-rat miracle.

Seeing their friends and relatives behaving so wildly, and hearing so many of them cry out the word “Master,” those who had not taken part in the expedition to the ruins of a second-tier city from the old era grew curious and began asking around for news.

The disciples present were all shaken by the impact. They retreated at top speed, taking refuge far away at the edge of the square, their eyes filled with overwhelming horror.

The moment Nikolai died, his men on the island surrendered one after another. Fearing that Nikolai’s other two sons would come looking for them, An Mingxian and Ling Feng did not dare remain on the island for long. Once the storm had passed, they swiftly withdrew from Shark Fort and, without stopping, moved to a relatively safe location.

The entire amusement park was surrounded, and the nearby roads were sealed off, yet no suspicious person could be found. It seemed that when the other party had spoken to him on the phone, they had not been anywhere nearby at all. Rong Fanxi felt as though he had been made a fool of.