Episode 82: A Farce

“Comrades, since this is a search, it must be thorough and meticulous. After all, it concerns my lifelong reputation, and I cannot allow the slightest mistake. As for the contents of this package, I must trouble you to examine them carefully before drawing any conclusions, to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.” Gu Tianyu’s voice was not loud, yet it carried an undeniable authority. This powerful presence instantly suppressed the arrogance of those around him, though his forceful stance immediately provoked some discontent.

Choosing to resign from their specific positions was, therefore, a wise decision. In this way, they could continue to participate in the decision-making of the new company without having to interact with the middle and lower-level employees.

Perhaps they had truly concealed their strength, or perhaps, to conserve their vital energy, they had never fully unleashed their aura.

The Tree Ancestor’s family were all gentle and serene by nature, finding such ambition the most incomprehensible thing, and could only sigh in silent exasperation.

Xia Lan listened attentively throughout, never growing impatient no matter how many times Zhang Fei repeated himself, sometimes saying the same thing twice.

Director Guo was not in this car; his vehicle was another. There were matters he needed to contemplate calmly.

However, for a village girl, matters were much simpler. Moreover, Qin Jingru was quite pretty, so Ma Hua was not being shortchanged.

After returning home, Banggen, with an injury on his backside, lay on the bed and complained of hunger.

Hearing Chen Mengting’s question, Liu Qingyu had no choice but to recount everything that had happened in Tiandu over the past few days from the very beginning.

Besides, for Cui Xuewa to marry such a person—after the wedding, who could say how Xu Damao might treat her? It might not turn out to be a happy thing at all.

Lin Qingxuan’s golden sword spun briefly in midair, then slashed down with venomous intent. The Golden Core cultivator was so terrified his heart nearly failed him, crying out desperately, “Spare me, Senior!” as he frantically tried to burrow into the depths of the sea.

After Yan Zhen’s remarks, Qi Wei couldn’t help but frown. It seemed he was not only inferior to Yan Zhen in combat experience and swordsmanship, but also in vigilance and reconnaissance. Qi Wei glanced around, searching for any sign of hidden enemies.

Furthermore, since Tai Chi consumed little internal energy while defending, in such an intense battle, as long as his spirit held out, Lu Yu was confident his inner strength could last for three days and nights without issue.

Thus, Tuka Feng sat cross-legged, cultivating even as she drifted into sleep. This state was ideal for consolidating her cultivation, and Lu Yu kept vigilant watch by her side.

Everyone at the police station was aware of his identity, so they greeted him, thinking that if Zhang Jin said a few good words about them to his father, their positions might be elevated. After all, offering well wishes cost nothing.

The Left Wise King hurriedly sent for Tie Furong, then carried Princess Jielan to bed. Green Jade wiped the blood from Jielan’s lips with a handkerchief, while Red Lotus brought hot water to wash her face.

From the moment she left the house and got into the car until now, Mo Juqin had remained silent, not only refraining from speaking but showing no trace of emotion on her face.

In fact, Yingjun could have simply used the red fire pearl to burn Zhu Juhua and the others to ashes, or used the poisonous pearl to kill them outright. Yet, after some thought, he decided to leave them for Meng Hui and the others to deal with.

“All this just for that?” Wang Chen frowned, then nodded. They were all acquaintances; even if not very close, as class monitor and someone capable, he could not shirk the responsibility of ensuring the students’ safety.

“It must have been a slip, just as a man stumbles or a horse trips. Otherwise, with Jiang’s strength, defeating Young Master Bai Yan shouldn’t be difficult,” remarked another cultivator acquainted with Jiang Shentong.