Chapter 45: No More Chances
Wang Wanshan and his subordinates turned around. On the hospital bed, Wang Hai’s stomach suddenly began to swell, as if a basketball had been stuffed into his abdomen! What was more, his bloated belly continued to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“What… what’s happening?” Wang Wanshan cried out in alarm, his attention completely diverted from Ye Chen.
With a screech, the Aston Martin braked sharply and stopped beside Wang Xuanlong and Liu Xiaoling. The car door swung open and someone stepped out from the passenger seat—it was none other than Li Mengsi, who had pledged allegiance to Wang Xuanlong as her leader. At the wheel sat A Lang.
“Come, brother, let me introduce you. This is Prince Zaixun of the Qing dynasty, Minister of the Navy. And this is Chen Ning, president of Yantai Naval Academy and commander of the Shandong New Army,” William said.
Kang Long was shocked—he was a powerhouse of near-imperial rank, and yet he had been so easily apprehended. It was unbelievable and filled him with dread.
The students were all at home enjoying this “hard-won” holiday. Of course, the studious ones kept to their books, while the less diligent spent their days gaming online. In short, everyone was busy in their own way.
When Dong Zhanyun finally landed on the ground, Liu Jingshui’s attack arrived. It was a moment when Dong Zhanyun had yet to recover his strength and gather new force. He barely had time to raise his blade in defense, but Liu Jingshui’s Dominator Staff began to unleash its power. With a move called Serpent’s Strike, Liu Jingshui’s attack was already upon him.
Eight wind arrows shot forth in an encircling formation. Though they came from eight different directions, each one was locked unerringly onto Yun Feng!
His expression grew a shade colder. Among the countless races, there were naturally many degenerates. Faced with such foes, Yun Feng had only one answer: kill!
“When you see her later, do you know what to do?” Siyuan cast a sidelong, icy glance at Li Ji, her eyes full of coldness.
In other words, as long as one conformed to the values of the day and everyone thought highly of them, that was considered a successful reversal of fortune.
Who was Dou Chuncheng? Gong Heqiu couldn’t recall at first, but after listening to Qing Yan’s account, he remembered. He realized that he had been just one step away—had he stayed a day longer, the old steward would have told him the outcome. But none of it mattered now; he was utterly defeated.
“Yuanyuan, it seems your period hasn’t come for quite some time, has it?” Jiang Yuanhe fixed his gaze on her as he spoke. When she gave a slight shudder, his suspicion was confirmed.
Young Master Gu explained that Young Master Wu had hurried to find him, saying there was an urgent matter. After Gu summoned his master, Hero Shen, he left. There were disciples who could attest that when Gu left, Hero Shen was still alive.
Long Teng and Yunshan had not confronted the grand archbishop directly—they knew they couldn’t win, so they skirted around Kun Feng and targeted only the elders.
Now that the couple’s only son was dead, the old pair were likely sunk in despair, unable to summon energy for anything. As for Lady Zhu’s eyes, they must have been damaged by years of weeping—it would be best to summon a physician to examine her.
Yinyan sighed softly. For all his strength, even if he did not kneel, he still bent his body in deference to the figure looming in the sky.
She remembered every detail of her wedding day with Jiang Yuanhe as if it were yesterday. Over the past three years, they had faced many trials, but fortunately, they had endured them all.
Although Yating and Kewei were not related by blood, after so many years, Jiangsu Ying had naturally come to regard him as a true nephew.
At first glance, the structure appeared delicate and compact, but as she walked inside and saw interiors spacious enough to rival several rooms combined, she was momentarily stunned, almost subconsciously pausing in her tracks.