Chapter 83: I’ll Hack You to Death

That evening, the audit was completed at eleven o’clock.

In the end, it was confirmed that, apart from the fifty-million loan from the Yuncheng branch of the Commerce Bank, Dinghui Pharmaceuticals had no other debts.

After the matter was made clear, Ye Chen also let out a long breath.

It seemed Zhang Wenhao had once believed that one hundred and fifty million would be enough to crush Ye Chen, never imagining that Ye Chen could use his connections to settle Zhou Shaoyuan’s one-billion loan.

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As for the young man before him, he clearly could not obtain even a sliver of that power of law. Even if he somehow stumbled upon it by chance, he would be unable to control it; it might even be enough to kill him.

So that was it. It seems I wrongly blamed him.

A tiny trace of guilt rose in Li Deyi’s heart, but it was quickly cast aside.

The second level of the Demon God Realm could almost instantly kill the first level; that was what the saying “one level, one heaven” meant.

“This wax pellet should be specially made. Someone mixed wax with gluten, then wrapped the poison inside the pellet and made the victim swallow it. That way, the onset of the toxin would be delayed.” Chu Ling said with certainty, staring at the wax pellet.

The interrogation room naturally could not compare to the room they had just been in. The cold chair was rather uncomfortable, and Wang Dong kept shifting around, searching for a suitable position. Yet to Xu Heng, this looked no different from deliberate provocation.

Zhang Long struck with full force from the very start. He had no intention of letting this man go. At the very least, he would make him pay.

“Still, what Yang Yi said earlier gave me some food for thought. It’s true that none of us has ever wandered the mainland alone. That isn’t good for our cultivation journey. Maybe it’s precisely because we’ve depended too much on our friends that the way we handle things is always a little lacking,” Qing Binghe said, changing the subject.

From a single leaf one could infer the whole forest. Thinking of this, Xing Chu became even more cautious. He had far too many secrets; if he handled things poorly, he could fall into an abyss at any moment.

Liu Jingyue and Liu Xiangyue were already crying beside the bed, their faces streaked with tears, unable to accept that this was real. In their panic they shook Liu Fei hard, but he gave no response at all.

The Feng family probably really could not hold on much longer. Rotten from within, flattering the powerful while trampling the weak, and with their stars leading disgraceful private lives—he truly could not understand how a company like that had managed to survive until now.

Moreover, judging from the wave of blood-soaked killing aura radiating from this foreigner, he should possess the strength of the Death-Origin Nirvana Realm.

This time, after returning home, he had already delayed three days, and they had less than ten days left. Within those ten days, they had to secure seven victories.

Once they got onto the highway, Fang Jie fell asleep in the back seat. The long ordeal of the previous night had left her utterly exhausted.

Long Bing lay down on the bed and reclined beside Fang Jie, slipping his arm under her head to use as a pillow.

Mu Yunfan did not speak again. He exchanged a glance with the leading imperial physician, and the doctors stepped forward one by one, preparing to take Mu Qianxun’s pulse.

“The Yuqing Sect is putting on such a big show, you’d think my Black Dragon Society was about to attack them. They look so nervous,” said someone on the mountain path not far away. It was a Yuqing Sect disciple, casting guarded looks toward the inn.

Inside the inn, just as Li Wantong lay down, a wave of heart-stopping dread suddenly washed over her, and then Yu Zhi’s image appeared in her mind.

After Long Bing woke, he was drenched in cold sweat. The scene from the dream still lingered in his mind. At that moment, Zheng Rou was also awakened by his cry. She looked at Long Bing groggily, only then noticing that something was wrong.

After feeling around for a while, Tianxuan’s palm began to move over Ye Qingmei’s body like a venomous snake.

Through countless ridges and ravines, one does not begrudge the toil;
Only from afar can one know how lofty the source truly is.
How could a mountain stream ever hold it in place?
In the end it returns to the sea, where it becomes waves and tides.

Even if they were not as formidable as Xia Feng and the others, their strength was still far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.