Chapter 55: Beat Him to Death

Before long, the workers had installed all the home appliances. Ye Chen asked Yang Li to help him withdraw thirty thousand yuan in cash. Although everything was rushed today, it could still be considered a housewarming. Thoughtfully, Ye Chen gave each worker who installed the appliances a three-hundred-yuan red envelope, and gave Yang Li a five-thousand-yuan red envelope as well. It was a small gesture to celebrate moving into the new home. He kept two thousand yuan for himself from what remained.

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“It must be there! It must be there!” Zuo Jun stared quietly at the spirit-testing stone on the plate, silently chanting in her heart.

The Sword of Time cleaved forth—no matter how powerful you are, you will fall in the endless river of time. The tip of the sword marks the end of your lifespan.

The man raised his blade, but could no longer summon its shadow. After being wounded by the Pure Jade Sword, his meridians had been shattered, and he could no longer gather his inner energy nor muster any strength.

In the middle courtyard, Qingqing, Ah Jiu, Yan Qing, Ming Zhe, Zhi Yuan, and others heard that Zi Mo seemed to have jumped into the rice soup cauldron. Each of them was shocked, some even started retching, and a few rushed over at once to check.

Among the guards, a boy of about fifteen or sixteen led the group, followed by three attendants dressed as servants, swaggering arrogantly at the front.

Forget it, I’ll help. My identity’s already exposed anyway. If I don’t help Tang Zhihang, he’ll probably beat me up when we get back—I can’t win against him. I learned that lesson the last time he thrashed me.

“Farewell! Goodbye! Sorry for disturbing you!” Without another word, Shang Qingyun spun on his heel and ran, giving us no chance to react.

Chu Feng let out an enraged roar toward the sky, then thrust both palms upwards. The surging power, upon meeting the eighth heavenly thunder, was not able to cancel it out; instead, it was absorbed by the surrounding barrier. The eighth bolt of thunder struck directly atop Chu Feng’s crown.

Kuang Di and Xu San glanced at each other, then continued watching as Zi Mo elegantly turned the first page. The bold words “Prince Zhan Zi Mo’s Hundred-Man Garrison” leapt before their eyes, stamped with the blood-red seal of the Ministry of War.

“What exactly happened?” Pan Wu really didn’t want to know, but since he was here, he decided to ask anyway.

Niu Bingli’s hands were tied behind his back. He sat on the ground, his mouth gagged with cloth, his eyes blindfolded. He wore only a scrap of cloth, a pair of ragged shorts. Fortunately, a tattered shirt had been thrown over him to cover his modesty.

These were items and household servants prepared by the Baron, the parish, and the Playa family for their respective students.

Most of the outstanding young men were passionate, but not foolish. If they were truly being sent to die, no matter how humiliating, they would choose to back out. That’s why none of them made an immediate decision, but instead lowered their heads at once to check their tokens.

It was long known that restraining these people would not be easy. Back then, in addition to endless warnings, Old Biao used a very underworld method—he tied himself up and declared that if any of his men caused big trouble at the company, he, as their boss, would bear the consequences with them.

Every room was arranged with special warmth. Not only were Guo Zhiyuan and his group stunned, even the folks from Banshan Village were left speechless. The furniture might be old, but it blended perfectly with the décor of the house. They couldn’t quite put their feelings into words—it was as if they’d stepped into a grand old family’s home.

Don’t let yourself be cowed by a single sentence. In the silence, the long-haired poet by Zhu Guangxing’s side spoke up to offer a judgment.

Guan Zhaowei was reminded that after buying the car, he would also have to treat everyone to a birthday meal, but the funds for that were really hard to scrape together all at once.

The close-up scenes of Alexandra Daddario’s character were all of her running wildly, just as she had mentioned in interviews—she was constantly running during the shoot.

Yun Qi and Haoyu wanted to stay and sleep with their father, but Haochen and his brother dragged them away. After all, the two older ones were already sensible—they knew their parents needed time alone to talk, and they shouldn’t stick around like lightbulbs.