Chapter 52: Hosting the Leaders

The VIP Building was the largest state-run restaurant in Yang City, and it even had private dining rooms. Being able to dine there was also a symbol of status.

Factory Director Li and Secretary Tian had not expected that Old Zhai and Old Xia would put in so much effort here—it was truly wonderful!

"Old Xia—"

"Hey, coming right up!"

Xia Hongsheng had long been waiting for Factory Director Li's secret signal, making a brilliant entrance carrying today's main dish: braised prawns in oil.

The brightly colored, glistening prawns looked from afar like a...

This man was called Wang Pockmark, the ugliest person in the entire village. His face was covered in pockmarks, his facial features were as crooked as distorted melons and dates, he had a hunchback, and his legs were of uneven lengths. Not a single maiden within a radius of a hundred miles fancied him, and because of this, he felt deeply inferior, rarely daring to go out in broad daylight for fear of frightening others.

Long Zhenjun was still quite curious about his sister's son, and after investigating Zhu Qiyuan, he discovered that the boy was indeed very capable while also knowing how to conceal his brilliance, making him a fine child.

They were even harder to deal with than sixth-tier sects; using them now to deal with third-tier sects would serve as the ultimate whetstone.

For a thousand years, Lou Jiaming had been buried deep beneath the dark earth. To pass the time, her spiritual sense had spread across a radius of ten miles, witnessing countless cycles of blooming and withering flowers, and the great transformations of oceans into mulberry fields.

Chen Yu did not mind Xiazuo's attitude toward him; even if it were Chen Yu in his place, he would not grant the other party a pleasant expression.

He was afraid—afraid that once he allowed himself to feel, he would mistake his enemy's deceptive words for touching sentiments. How could he face his mother beneath the nine springs then?

This cave was very long, and Wang Zheng, having run for over three hundred meters, had not yet reached its end. Eerily, however, the energy contained in the air was growing increasingly dense, accompanied by a piercing, bone-chilling cold.

Meanwhile, a triumphant smile played in Chen Yu's heart. Previously, he had constantly been led by the nose by this old fox; now that he had finally extorted him for once, he would consider it compensation for the past.

Defeat meant losing the opportunity to go to the Divine Wind Academy, and it meant that the trajectory of his life would be completely altered. Yet, his luck was so poor that he had actually run into the Young Master.

She only felt a burning pain on her face, feeling utterly mortified under the gazes of her companions. Wenna watched as Jiuye reached her claw into the coconut shell held in the man's hand, a trace of imperceptible envy flashing through her eyes.

He released her, sighed softly, and shifted into another posture to embrace her even tighter. Bending down, he buried his head in the crook of her neck.

Only then did Huai Zhen leave the window with lingering reluctance, sitting down at the large square table to pull out her textbooks one by one, deciding to tackle the one on the Anglo-French War first.

"No need," Su Yao refused stiffly, casually pulling her handkerchief to twist it twice around her hand, concealing the horrifying wound.

In this way, the Charlie family would effectively be reduced to nothing, but Charlie would never allow such a thing to happen.

Both water and fire are humanity's oldest methods of timekeeping. Water clocks originated in ancient Egypt, while fire clocks originated in China.

Amidst that phone call, she caught sight of a piece of news scrolling across her computer screen, capturing the words "First Group."

"Of course, being able to discover my secret in battle and managing to wound me counts as defeating me in my heart. Since you have accomplished this, there is no need for us to fight anymore. You are only the second person in hundreds of years to discover my secret," said the Beast of Terror.

The trajectory supporting Caesar just now did not come from the carries Chen Xiruan or Zoi, but rather from Wu Jin, who was camouflaged as an assault reinforcement playing the role of a sniper.

September, disguised as the Red Peach K, lazily mingled among the trainees without seeming to be close to anyone. Out of the top 60 advancing to the top 12, neither K nor any potential allies of K resolutely stepped into the spotlight.

Wei Xiao was in a poor state and had even blurted out words about terminating his contract and refusing to film, running squarely into a wall. Consequently, he received a severe reprimand from Liu Mu.

The "Roaming Dragon" used by Qi Weijun was undeniably a sword, and there was no dispute that he was a practitioner of swordsmanship. However, to claim that his mastery of the sword path surpassed the four people present was something he dared not agree with.