148, Counter-Strategy
Two days later.
The seventieth birthday banquet for the patriarch of the Zheng family was held at the most prestigious seven-star hotel in Rong City—Yunding Huating.
Inside the banquet hall, crystal chandeliers dazzled brilliantly, their light reflecting upon a sea of elegant attire and refined guests.
Soft classical music flowed through the air as guests, holding glasses of champagne, gathered in small groups, whispering softly, painting a luxurious tableau of high society.
When Lin Mi appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall, linking arms with Wei Xun, the crowd was momentarily taken aback.
“I never expected you to know formation techniques,” Wan Jianling sighed in relief upon seeing Chen Jiusheng intact with no missing limbs, then recalled his recent performance.
Some rulers with moral convictions found themselves helpless and bowed their heads in resignation amid the situation.
The families of the workers who had disappeared after clashing with guests all sat before the company gates, holding signs, shouting and pleading for their loved ones to be returned, accusing the project leaders of reckless disregard for risk and profiting from their suffering.
Several days later, Li Yue led an army of forty thousand, stationed firmly at the Gu’ai border, mounted upon a giant tiger, wielding a Hundred Yue Blade, standing ready in battle formation.
Gathered here now, the gathering naturally served as an opportunity for talents from all sectors to exchange ideas and gauge the strength of the major provinces.
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Because the restaurant had been reserved entirely, the atmosphere inside was very quiet, allowing the hotel general manager’s voice to reach Qin Sheng clearly.
Yet this living corpse seemed endowed with endless vitality, surging forward unperturbed by pain before delivering a fierce slap to the Fourth Master's shoulder.
Lin Feng clearly did not recognize Zhou You as “Huang Daoyou” of Huo Mountain Ward and politely greeted him without any airs of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Li Hanbo and Li Yutong had no objections, seeing this as a stroke of luck. Had it not been for their acquaintance with Lu Chen, the trailblazer, they would never have encountered such an opportunity.
She actually wanted to ask Gu Churan whether he truly liked Lu Chen but felt the question no longer needed to be asked.
Upon arriving here, Tang Ling’s pace slowed considerably. At first, Huo Chen thought she was simply exhausted from the long journey, but when he approached and saw her pale face and increasingly labored breathing, concern took hold.
Lu Shang shook his head, still struggling to comprehend why Zhou Chen and Zhang Zi’ang had suddenly regained consciousness.
Wang Chao also rose, gripping a knife as he struggled painfully toward the driver’s seat, his movements far more difficult than anticipated.
Doesn’t that mean… with enough time, every user on Douyin could become my fan?
Those recruited into the Golden Heaven Hall were chosen to receive Foundation Establishment Pills; after breaking through to the Foundation Establishment realm within the Dragon Gate Grand Examination’s secret domain, they obtained numerous spiritual herbs and fruits.
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The black mist contracted to its limit before erupting. Su Yuan tapped his storage pouch, and a golden cymbal appeared in his hand.
Yet it told me it could not accomplish this, and no one could stop the process. The only thing it could do was to send at most half a city’s population to another world suitable for the survival of the pig-like beings.
Every time Ye Zhiwei returned, she looked exhausted; at first, I thought it was because she was visiting her mother-in-law’s house.
But I knew that with a full tank, the maximum fuel capacity was only enough for five hundred yuan worth.
Worried, I asked, causing the snack in Shen Lin’s hand to fall to the ground in fright. She quickly moved forward to check.
A large contingent of the Huaxia army began to withdraw silently. The Japanese radar and tracking systems failed to detect any of this—no information at all—as the Japanese troops split and retreated on both flanks.
The man turned back. Beneath his thick eyebrows were a pair of jet-black eyes, his resolute and handsome face radiated heroism. No matter how one looked at him, someone with such upright features seemed to possess a straightforward and honest heart.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, a supreme-grade artifact sword in Qing Yun’s hand shattered instantly, disintegrating into flying ash! The watching Holy Reverents were stunned—they sensed Qing Yun’s cultivation was undoubtedly still at the Divine Reverent realm, yet how could he display such a breathtaking feat without having broken through to the Holy Reverent level?