Chapter 105: Leave the Contract Termination Negotiations to the Company

Lu Kun had no idea how things would develop from here, and his words failed to put Mr. Jeff Mellon at ease.

At this moment, whether by sight or by perception, Wang Yu could not lock onto the location of the Spirit Spring. He could only rely on getting closer and sensing the subtle changes in the surrounding spiritual energy to determine his direction.

Just then, amidst the chaos, a Night Demon Green General with the strength of an eighth-rank warrior launched a surprise attack, severely wounding Xiong Tu with a single blow of his axe.

It was past eight o'clock by the time they reached the production team. Gu Weixuan and the others went home, and Si Weichen did not linger, bidding them farewell before heading home as well.

The divine arrow was razor-sharp, piercing through the void with extreme ferocity, and in an instant, it arrived before Bai Qi.

The only drawback was the devastated beach, which looked as if it had endured a brutal war—pitted with craters and scattered with scorched, fused clumps of sand.

Furthermore, because the Kangxi Emperor’s younger brother and Consort Dong E’s son had recently passed away, the Emperor feared that seeing Consort Dong E would stir up painful memories, leading him to neglect her even further.

The unknown life form, possessing a body like transparent gelatin, "glanced" at the mecha. It had no pupils, and it was unclear how it perceived its surroundings, but it certainly wasn't human, nor was it like those clones.

At this moment, many students had already arrived at the surrounding stands. It wasn't just the seniors; freshmen and sophomores had also come to observe and learn.

"You can't even break through my protective aura, yet you want to defeat me? It seems the position of Corporal is beyond your reach. Unless, of course, I am promoted to Sergeant," Dong Hua said coldly.

"Ahem..." The driver, feeling ignored, coughed to announce his presence.

This had always been Li Mu’s goal. From encouraging employees to own firearms to organizing them to join the National Rifle Association, and then mobilizing workers to join the Massachusetts National Guard, Li Mu had truly exhausted every effort.

Her fever had mostly subsided, and though she should have continued to rest rather than exerting herself, she was full of energy despite her pale face, making it impossible for anyone to worry about her.

A flash of fire flickered like sunlight illuminating the core of the battlefield ruins, as the massive fireball hidden by Wang Ming appeared exactly where the "Tower of Heavenly Demons" had fallen.

Lin Qian suddenly broke into a cold sweat; how had he let his guard down and brought up Fang Yue?

Shu Yiyi sat down beside Yan Ke, clutching her child in her arms while casting a hostile gaze at me.

Yue Ming then realized that there was nothing beneath the deceased's feet to stand on. His face flushed a deep red; combined with his round features, he looked exactly like a ripe apple.

"So she found you to stage this elaborate play?" Ye Chenmeng stared at the man before her with her beautiful eyes.

However, before Captain Albrede could order a second wave of attacks, a thunderous roar reached his ears. It was clearly either an oil tanker exploding or a secondary detonation of ammunition.

Princess Phoenix, worried for the Phoenix Ancestor, turned to look at Wang Ming, who was more powerful than her. At that moment, she uttered a very "foolish" statement.

The traces of the previous night’s chaos had been cleared away. Feng Yimo had prepared clothes in advance, along with a new leather bag, which he left on the bedside table.

Can I turn danger into safety tonight? Can my big sister really handle this situation? Can I successfully escape?

But this time, he was nearly reduced to ash. He did not want to be a pawn in anyone’s hands, nor did he want to die without knowing why.

"Big brother is injured?" Yuan Qi’s first reaction was that it was impossible. Jiang Jun was the Commander of the Imperial Guard and a great general with formidable martial arts, rarely facing an equal in the capital. Moreover, he possessed the Glazed Sword Yuan Qi had given him; even an evil spirit couldn't harm him, so how could he be wounded?

As the project unfolded, both the Fu Group and the Tang Group sprang into action, with employees from top to bottom working at a feverish pace.

He Yunchen clutched his forehead; as he rushed out of the building entrance, he heard this remark and spat toward the middle-aged woman's feet.

He Yunchen had pondered this for a whole night. Although he had let go of all the affection he once held for his mother, he could imagine how desperate she must have been to return to the place she had struggled so hard to escape.

The two people behind him were exchanging pleasantries. Just as they reached the entrance of the private room, Fu Yi’an’s phone rang.

Although he had the Prince of Beining’s mansion backing him, according to this description, it was likely that the Prime Minister's residence was also deeply involved.

Moreover, the moment Mahoraga appeared, Xia Nuo fired an arrow directly, hitting it before it could even react.

The "temptation" in the middle-aged man’s words stirred the shadows that had lived in darkness for a decade. Their breathing became erratic. It was very slight, but the middle-aged man sensed it nonetheless.

The political commissar, the chief of staff, Huang Zhongde, Staff Officer Wu, the guards, and the messengers gathered around the rifles, machine guns, grenade launchers, mortars, and ammunition crates, discussing the spoils of war with joy and handling them as if they were treasures.

Deep in the night, Shuihe Village was peaceful and serene. Three horse-drawn carriages fully loaded with supplies moved quietly through the village’s silent, deserted streets under the dim moonlight.

But before he could finish his sentence, a chopstick suddenly pierced through his brow, driving itself deep into the pillar behind him.

Lin Ying was ashamed; he truly didn't know what Saint Molian was thinking. He shook his head slightly, only to see Saint Molian still filled with shock.

"Many people are talking about it, all of them powerful figures within the military. They all want Lin Feng to hand over the robot. This is a product that could change the future landscape. If Lin Feng truly possesses such technology, I fear he is in danger," Lin Chuanming said with a headache.

From this map, it was clear that this royal guard was indeed very familiar with the death row prison, as the map accurately marked the divisions of the facility.

Xuan Yuan Yu tried several times to speak, but could not make a sound. He thought: "This is bad, I’ve fallen into a trap. I never imagined he would be so calculating."

Fang Jiren, filled with melancholy, watched Ma Fucai and the carriages heading toward Shuihe Village in the east. He sighed softly, turned, and strode off to catch up with the team heading north.