Chapter 92: Avenge Me

At this moment, at the Zhang family's villa.

In the tea room, Zhang Wenhao's father, Zhang Xingchang, sat at the head of the large wooden table, leisurely brewing gaiwan tea.

"Brother Wanshan, come, try this fresh Longjing tea I just had someone procure!"

Wang Wanshan and Wang Hai sat at the lower end of the table, while the Wang family's honored Master Zhou stood behind them with a grim expression.

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He wore a black T-shirt and shorts underneath, strapped on an iron-sand vest and leg weights, with bone conduction headphones over his ears. He ran onward in long, steady strides, eyes fixed straight ahead, legs driving at an even pace.

Xia Yan had switched into interrogation mode. Seeing that there was no way to dodge, Eunuch Luo could only speak with a slight hesitation.

Tao Linong tried to console her. "I mean, Jiang Xixi, what are you crying for? He's just a scumbag. Is it really worth it?" With that, he unceremoniously helped himself to the food at Hu Li's table.

The Xigang Casino's main clientele were Chinese nationals and overseas Chinese, so most of the local officials, legitimate businessmen, and those engaged in gray or outright criminal trades could essentially understand both Mandarin and English—and many of them could speak both as well.

The two of them were greatly alarmed at the sight and retreated a step, breaking into a cold sweat as they recalled the scene of Mu Chen brutally slaughtering the evil spirit earlier.

At that moment, however, Wei'er knew she had to cooperate with Luo Xi, so she simply held Aina in her arms and kept her mouth shut, saying nothing.

The long blade pressed against the man's neck, startling his entire body. He immediately choked back his roar and fell silent.

Li Changqing pressed onward. Before him now rose a city wall dozens of meters high, its massive stone blocks mottled with the marks of age, clearly having stood for a very long time.

Any attempt to establish a branch outside the city or region of Amut would immediately be shut down by the local government offices.

Jiang Yuchu acknowledged with a sound and, following the soldier's intent, extended a wisp of his spiritual sense into the bead in the man's hand. The dark purple bead showed no reaction whatsoever. Jiang Xunning and the other two then probed it with their spiritual sense as well, but none of them provoked any response.

Qin Yue felt helpless as well. Those two had no sense of restraint, deliberately coming to the teahouse to cause trouble for them. Even if they were saved later, they would probably still hold this grudge against them.

Jiang Yuchu and Li Linchuan exchanged a glance. Jiang Yuchu nodded at Li Linchuan, and with a flicker of thought from Li Linchuan, the ghost once again moved along the shadow of the skeleton, heading toward the towering black pillar.

Still, these wasteland refugees merely halted their advance; they didn't scatter in a panic, let alone turn and flee. That alone was far beyond what Gao Qi had expected.

Nangong Wenxian had come to this exchange, but he couldn't make heads or tails of anything inside. All he knew was that red meant rising and green meant falling.

Afraid that Mrs. Lin wouldn't believe her, she also had Village Head Lin and Clan Elder Lin swear on the spot that, no matter what the truth turned out to be, they would not "shield" the murderer and must clear Lin's mother's name.

As members of the Blood Demon clan, they were hunted by everyone; the slightest sign of their traits would draw cries for their blood.

Housekeeper Chen's sullen face startled the maidservant Cuie, who feared that Chen had discovered how she had been secretly making clothes for her mistress in private.

From the start, Jiang Yuchu's plan had been to neither lose nor give Madame An any chance to frame him through Jiang Tao. So, at a disadvantage, he had no choice but to burst out suddenly and unleash the "Heaven's Heart Thunder Sound" he had only recently comprehended.

With a deafening boom, the Golden Dragon King's right arm exploded from the shoulder down, along with the golden spear, now covered in dense blood patterns, that had been thrust into Jiang Qingwei's chest.

Xu Fei dismissed the light screen with a thought and walked over toward Chen Ru. I won't tell you that I actually saw everything.

As of now, whether it was the Blood God or the Beast God, both of their power levels were stuck at sixtyfold the combat strength of an Invincible Supreme.