Chapter 46: His Shamelessness

Wei Yang's heart skipped a beat as a sudden realization dawned upon her. Almost instinctively, she snatched up the silky fabric to shield her chest, meeting Shen Cengzhi's deep, calm gaze, her slender shoulders trembling slightly.

For a moment, the air seemed to ignite.

Her earlobes burned a fiery red, the heat spreading all the way down to her fair neck.

Instinctively, Wei Yang wanted to pull away from him, her body refusing to obey her will...

The troop types of the Phantom Empire were evidently not as numerous as those of many nations, but looking at the dazzling array of high-tech weaponry equipped on these soldiers—gear whose immense power was clear at a glance—one could easily understand the formidable military strength of the Empire.

This time, Hu Litian defeated the sword-wielding skeleton all by himself, once again sensing a divine soul fragment within the weapon. Just like the last time, after he completely absorbed the soul fragment, the wall ahead collapsed once more.

"Very well, since everyone's family has arrived, are you all adapting well?" Zhao Cheng picked up a date, bit into it, and said.

Lian Zining's will was the will of this army. They did not need to ponder the whys; they only needed to know how to execute.

"The reason I called you all here today is that there is a very important matter I wish to entrust to you," Lian Zining said with a stern expression.

He looked Cao Bian up and down, his eyes finally resting upon that bronze-hued, highly respectable-looking face. Cao Bian had a square face and large earlobes, radiating an official's aura and great dignity. He could be said to have the most impressive appearance among all these surrendered generals, yet the information Lian Zining had received clearly did not match his outward appearance.

"Yes, you will understand in time." Seeing that the sand in the hourglass had completely run out, Zhao Cheng dropped this cryptic remark, signaled to Zhao Xin, and ordered the troops to prepare to move out once again.

"Brother, after you," Liu Xun said with a forced smile. Two of Zhou Daoke's men stepped forward, intentionally or unintentionally cutting off Liu Xun's trusted aides from him, and escorted him side by side toward the camp gate.

Upon feeling the system's prompt ringing in his mind, Jin Yi knew he had survived. A wave of relief washed over him, and then his mind plunged into absolute darkness as he lost consciousness.

The masters from the Heavenly Killer Sect could not discern Ling Yun's true strength at all. Seeing that he had delivered himself right to their doorstep and was spouting such arrogant nonsense, they were brimming with smug conceit and completely looked down upon him.

He possessed countless treasures; for this fellow to even dream of killing him was sheer delusion.

"Haha, I only make about seven or eight hundred thousand a year." Wang Ba looked toward Lin Fan, deliberately raising his voice.

I do not know how much time had passed when Lin Fan abruptly opened his eyes. The surroundings were pitch-black, as if he were plunged into thick, viscous ink. His body had lost all sensation, leaving only his head capable of perceiving a faint trace of chilliness.

Liu Hao's objective was very straightforward. He directly approached several relevant suppliers and inquired one by one about the prices of materials such as outer casings, cardboard box packaging, and aluminum-coated motherboard films.

Suyun was also a pitiful child. In middle school, she had watched helplessly as her parents died at the hands of enemies and her company was swallowed up by senior executives. If it hadn't been for that rainy day when he happened to run into her...

Feeling the limp and boneless Suyun in his arms, a primal desire stirred deep within Lin Fan's body, and his hands began to wander restlessly across her form.

"Remember, if I ever catch you bullying anyone again, I'll cut out your tongue," Lin Fan said to the middle-aged man, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The logic within their minds kept telling them: a target over fourteen hundred meters away should require a slower pace, and that split-second gunshot should be delayed.

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Fan's eyes, as he knew that doing this would undoubtedly slow him down, but for now, winning the match came first.

The next day, after a simple lunch, the contestants parted ways under the arrangement of the Military Affairs Bureau, heading off to their respective assigned towns and districts.

"Oh! Why do I feel like the way he looks at you is a bit unusual?" I probed tentatively, quietly testing her reaction.