107. Clearing Out the Vermin

It was eleven o’clock at night in Qinghe County.

Zhang Biao sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. The ashtray on the table was overflowing with butts, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of tobacco. He had expected to intimidate the two women from out of town tonight and force them to retreat, but instead, he was met with terrible news.

"Brother Biao, Scar and the others... they’ve been taken to the police station." His right-hand man, Old Chen, reported cautiously with his head bowed.

Children of great aristocratic families are raised very differently from ordinary people. Commoners might rely on loyalty and raw aggression to fight, but those from noble houses cannot; they must always prioritize the bigger picture.

"What should we do?" Linglong asked, pressing close to Feng Li. Faced with such a powerhouse from the Primordial Era, she felt utterly powerless.

Hearing the mention of the "Propaganda Minister of the Guangdong Provincial Party Committee," Sima Tingting’s face paled slightly; Chang Ning had said that on purpose for her to hear.

Suddenly, a shadow flickered. The skinny man’s dilated pupils constricted, then slowly began to widen, until all signs of life vanished from them.

Jiang Hai walked up to the surviving bandit, looked down at him, and said calmly, "I can tell you are not like the others, but your complicity with them is intolerable." As he finished speaking, Jiang Hai flicked his arm. A flash of black light streaked across, and one of the bandit’s arms was sent flying.

Leaning against the wall while supporting Zhang Panni, Zhang Nan looked at the girl’s sorrowful expression, but her thoughts drifted to Lin Bing. She had only met Zhang Panni a few times and had no real relationship with her, but she and Lin Bing were close friends. Her heart had originally tilted toward Lin Bing, hoping that she would eventually end up with Lu Qiushi.

Walking to the main gate, Yao Xing presented a golden token to the guards. The four Sword Emperor guards immediately bowed and stepped aside, watching them enter without the slightest attempt to stop them.

Li Xiaolun chuckled to himself. A leader is a leader; even when he clearly favored Pi Chunling, he still had to beat around the bush and let someone else say it first.

Zhou Yi’s words were a bit arrogant. As a college student, how could he possibly make someone regret their actions for the rest of their life? At most, he could give them a beating—what else could he do? However, what Wei Weishi did not know was that Zhou Yi had the power to make him lose everything he owned and strip him of the capital he was so proud of.

"Right now?" Xiao Lan asked, glancing at her watch. It was already the middle of the night.

Suspended above the crystal ball in front of him was a human brain—nothing more, nothing less. There was no skin, flesh, or skull remaining.

Having lost its vision, the lobster’s combat effectiveness was greatly diminished. Relying on instinct, it tried to escape into the water.

"Combining more than three is quite difficult, but I can certainly manage two," Liu Mang said, a look of confidence appearing on his face.

"No problem. These passersby were randomly selected by me on the street; they aren't faking anything," Five-Eyes replied.

He was a man over fifty, not very tall, with graying hair. His weather-beaten face was etched with the wrinkles of time, and his deep-set eyes were profound and bright, flashing with the light of wisdom. He looked quite spirited, and his hair was combed neatly, without a single strand out of place.

Yao Ran still had fresh memories of Yao Huo and Jin Ping—the two who had been forced to memorize the tribal rules—writing them out from memory. By beginning their education with practical application and then moving on to foundational knowledge, these two apprentices would surely achieve twice the result with half the effort.

"Chef, would you like to taste my 'Shrimp Roe Pomelo Peel' and see what you think?" Just as Liu Mang and the others were eating joyfully, Shan Jian walked in holding a dish.

The quilt was gently spread over Zhang Yang. Tiffany stood on tiptoe, carefully tucking the edges in around him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Liu Mang turned to leave, the fat cat jumped off the stool and followed him, meowing all the way.