103. In the Laboratory (Third Update, Ten Thousand Words, Please Subscribe!)

After coming out of Dr. Otto's place, Su Ye had originally planned to go back to the bar to rest a little longer and catch some extra sleep. But Harry directly dragged him over to the Osborne Group building, saying that the project over there also required his visit—so that, in his capacity as a shareholder, he could see whether there was anything worth streamlining or integrating.

Su Ye naturally found it hard to refuse.

Lately, Su Ye had heard from the butler, A-Fu, that Old Su seemed to be quietly buying up Osborne shares again...

Only at that moment did a refreshing coolness rise from deep within his body, easing the pain caused by the collision of divine power.

Looking at Wu Zhe, who had an apron tied around his waist and a spatula still in hand, Tang Meng felt that the Wu Zhe before her now was more handsome than when he received any award.

Originally, he had worried that Ning Rongrong might find it very difficult to absorb this 1,700-year soul ring.

He seemed to realize that Zhu Lang was not joking with him; if he did not come up with a thousand taels, the other man would really skin him alive.

He found Zhuo Mei at the very first opportunity. Participating in a physical fitness test—such a simple thing. He was also looking forward to seeing what kind of fitness data he would get.

But this time, his chopsticks stabbed straight into the fish-fragrant shredded pork. Honestly, your chopsticks are thicker than the shreds of meat—how did you even manage to stab into them?

A moment later, she told Mother Zhou that she had to go home first. Just now, Bing Kun had instructed her to make three banners: they were to be made of red triangular cloth, with one reading "Enforce the Law Impartially" and two reading "Heroic Act"—one to be delivered to the public security bureau, one to Bing Kun's factory, and one to Tu Zhigang's home.

Driven by inertia, shhhhk—he slid straight into the sand, carving out a long trail and kicking up a sky full of yellow grit.

It was tolerable when they were merely tailing our group, but now they were trying to sneak off to report to Golden Crocodile Douluo—there was no way to let that slide.

Wu Zhe let out a sigh. With a twist of his body, he had already gone from behind Huang Minghai to in front of him. Before anyone could even make out Wu Zhe's form, the incoming fist had already been caught firmly in his grip.

If Liu Shouguang wanted to seek out his fortune, the Jade Emperor naturally had nothing to say. But Liu Shouguang insisted that only he and Liu Wuxie would go.

"It's all my fault. If I had come with you, this wouldn't have happened," Feng Xuan murmured softly.

Given his status and position, it should have been perfectly reasonable for him to sit in the seat of honor. But he was the one who needed to ask Chen Sinan for help, and he had offended Chen Sinan before. If Chen Sinan did not take the seat of honor, then naturally he could not sit there either.

"Han Xu, are you sure he's not a fraud? Just look at him—there's no way he's an alchemist." The other members of the Han family also pointed at Shen Haoxuan, whispering among themselves.

Yet at this moment, the all-capable Gao Jingzong in Zheng Shishi's eyes was shrouded in gloom, his expression as bleak as one mourning the dead. Tian Luo had posed him an impossible challenge: cure Tian Si's illness, and the entirety of the Luolong Tian clan, from its patriarch on down, would surrender.

Moreover, for a man in Gao Jingzong's awkward position, being a merchant was in itself an excellent disguise. Who would believe that a worldly tradesman, clothed in silks and delicacies all day, wallowing in a nest of beauties, could harbor ambitions to rule the world?

Gu Jiaqi picked up his chopsticks again and ate sullenly, biting down hard on the food, as if that would somehow vent his anger.

The moment these words left his mouth, Chu Suanzi looked at Xie An in astonishment. She had always prided herself on knowing Xie An deeply, yet she had no idea what kind of gunpowder he had swallowed today.

Two shafts of cold light flashed through Shen Haoxuan's eyes, and an overbearing aura radiated from his body, making Nie Wufeng and the others turn their heads in spite of themselves.

Ye Kai did not turn around, nor did he speak. He could well imagine the situation—no matter who it was, everyone had to pay a price for their own sins.

There was wine on the table, and a winecup too, yet he had not touched either. It was as if the wine had not been ordered to be drunk, but to be looked at. Every time he saw this pot of wine, a trace of warmth would appear in his cold, indifferent eyes.