103, Local Tyrant!

My Balance Resets to Zero Every Day Longing for Your Grace 1287 words 2026-04-10 08:48:39

"Everyone, stop right there!" Lin Mi shouted in a fury, unable to maintain her composure any longer. These people were utterly detestable; to lay a hand on an elderly woman went far beyond mere underhanded tactics—it showed a complete lack of moral bottom line. Despite her anger, Lin Mi remained rational. She quickly grabbed a hoe from against the wall, shielded Grandma Wang, and signaled to Yuan Yuan.

Tony had looked into Aldrich Killian, but after seeing that he was just another man seeking investment, he didn't give it much thought, assuming Pepper would handle it. He left his phone on the table and sent Hogan off to attend to other matters.

When Yi Fen heard Liu Jiabao's reply, she looked at him with great displeasure. What had gotten into him? Had he suddenly turned kind-hearted? Or, having seen photos of Su Yingmei becoming so beautiful, had he become obsessed with her?

As the night deepened, Physician Hu lay down, served by others, his eyes wide open as he stared into the darkness. He was sixty years old; perhaps he would never make it to the front lines... Where had he gone wrong?

The dark red monster was wreathed in a faint crimson aura, and as it moved, the surrounding flowers and plants withered instantly.

She lifted her chin slightly and said, "You mistook me for someone else last time." Not intending to chat further, she headed straight for the elevator. As it happened, he was heading in the same direction, so they boarded the lift together.

Sam felt a headache coming on the moment he saw Natasha. Her presence meant that Wang Kai had also arrived. Although he spoke to Scott Lang, he used his communicator to alert the others that Wang Kai was here.

Su Yingmei brushed the matter off with a light remark. She understood that there were many things she could tell Shen Feng but could not share with Ning Qilan.

The festivities lasted until midnight. Early the next morning, Jiang Yanming reported to the Ministry of Rites; after the palace examination, there were countless honors to be received.

Wang Kai instructed Tony to move the items near the Mount Rushmore National Memorial in Keystone, South Dakota, where the treasure was hidden.

"How much longer?" Su Yingmei asked bluntly. Every day of delay meant more money lost, but that was not her greatest concern.

Hong Xiuquan immediately appointed Feng Sheng as the commander, with Luan Tingyu and Zhu Biao as his deputies. Leading twenty thousand elite troops, they quickly exited the city gates and marched light and fast, covering over thirty miles to reach the strategically perilous Wuyun Ridge. There, they dispersed and took cover, readying heavy crossbows, rolling logs, and stones to await the arrival of the Sui army.

Two days later, the Flounder-class destroyer captured from the pirates departed from Selai Star and plunged into the vast, boundless starry sky.

Wu Tianyou did not want his grandson to get involved in this muddy water. He had high expectations for Wu Chuishui, hoping he would restore the prestige of the Wuyun clan.

In this era of the great universe, the life of a farmer was quite lonely. As Lu Sining’s father once said, to be a competent farmer in this age, one must have the patience to endure.

On the stage, Wei Mingtao clearly guessed what had happened, but Pei Donglai’s words had thoroughly incensed him. As a master on the Hundred Battles List, being provoked like this meant he would teach this freshman a lesson first, even if his own subordinate had been in the wrong.

Tang Chong chuckled, glanced at the nearly empty bowl in front of Ye Yun, and remarked with a sigh.

An old man holding a black plastic bag gripped a stack of banknotes tightly, his teeth clenched as he struggled with a difficult decision.

A quasi-divine artifact, when fully awakened, could unleash the power of a half-saint. Unfortunately, Elder Bai’s cultivation level was far from sufficient to fully awaken the Mysterious Light Mirror. A quasi-divine artifact could only reach its peak potential in the hands of a half-saint; in the hands of a Heavenly Sovereign at the Great Perfection stage, it could at best exert eighty percent of its power.