Chapter Thirty: United as One

On the eastern side of Mang Village, before a gentle slope known as “Wolf Ridge,” Wen Changkong, Wang Yu, and several old farmers paused. The slope was not steep, but wild grass and shrubs thrived, and jagged stones lay exposed.

On the academy’s side, the joy on many faces was instantly pulled back to reality by a few scattered, dejected voices. Neither the former master Edward nor the current Qin Mu had ever given her the attention she needed—never, not even from the beginning.

Chen Zui withdrew his foot, still dissatisfied, and stomped twice more on Guan Shan, who lay on the ground like a puddle of mud. “With skills like yours, you dare to act tough in front of Grandpa.” With two sharp cracks, Guan Shan’s legs were broken by force. The pain woke him from unconsciousness, and he rolled on the ground, writhing.

“Brother Xia, look—we could have discussed business peacefully, but now, things have turned out like this. Someone’s bleeding, and it’s so damaging to the harmony between us,” Ji Muyun said, holding a black pistol, his face innocent as he looked in another direction. I thought Xia Haoyu must be sitting there.

Zang Jian finished two phone calls, and his tense expression finally relaxed into a faint smile. He never expected those two, more cunning than ghosts, to immediately suppress Chen Xudong, but he believed his words would drop like a stone into their hearts, and even a ripple would be enough.

Li Chen suddenly stroked Nie Wei’s head. “If I could, I wouldn’t want you involved in this matter.” Li Chen still wanted to protect Nie Wei.

Li Zhi Shi shot him a glare. He had already canceled his absolute calm state. Just this brief confrontation had drained him; the cost had soared past two thousand and was racing toward three thousand, nearly squeezing him dry.

Especially since the three were merely part of the Newborn Alliance, and seemed not to have dispelled racial barriers among themselves. For this youth to act so boldly and generously was truly unexpected.

If it were merely a matter of words and minor advantage, it would be nothing, as no real harm had been done.

However, before searching the ship’s cabin, Jia Zhengjin decided to rummage through the items scattered around the supply crate, hoping to find something valuable.

Hearing Dongfang Ding speak like this, it seemed Grandfather had always been a cold, indifferent man, which explained his current state.

“Young man, we meet again?” A familiar voice came from behind them.

Because the photo looked rather nice, Leng Ruobing couldn’t resist transferring it onto her phone.

“This is an artificial arm made with Mother Earth’s materials—it can perfectly fuse with the wound and functions just like a normal limb, but it is no longer flesh and blood! He is currently unconscious due to excessive blood loss, but all other vital signs are normal. He should awaken within a day,” Tianqi reported from the side.

Looking closely, it turned out Chenchen had been startled awake by a nightmare. She hurriedly sat down and patted Chenchen gently.

Under Li Na’s assault, the electric generators exploded one after another, crashing to the ground.

The newcomer wore a black, backless gown, her waist slender, her figure voluptuous, her features strikingly beautiful. Her brown curls draped across her chest, adding to her allure.

Li Bai knew Leng Ruobing was terrible at gaming; she’d been busy with school and frequenting bars, leaving no time to play. Yet, now, she seemed to have changed, suddenly finding joy in games.

Thin lips, a flat nose, hair dyed in a riot of colors like a wild pheasant’s feathers, and especially those vacant eyes—they immediately gave off an abnormal impression.

Startups in Silicon Valley are as numerous as cattle in the fields; if you really wanted to throw money around, it wouldn’t be hard. Casting a wide net is standard practice in venture capital and among capitalists. No one, except God, dares guarantee a full return on investment—otherwise, it wouldn’t be called venture capital.