Volume 1, Chapter 50: The Thunder Clouds Are Here

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Now, Ye Guowei found himself in a difficult position. He pointed at the boats on the sea, "There isn't much cargo left anyway, it'll take about an hour."
"Not even a minute. If you don't believe me, stay here with us and wait. But you can forget about getting on that ship."
"Then... then I'll go tell the boss."
Ye Guowei was never a man of strong resolve. Seeing how anxious his younger brother was, he relented.
Ye Guowei went inside for a moment and came out accompanied by a man who looked like a foreman—Uncle Chen from their stevedore team.
Uncle Chen walked up to Ye Cheng with a stern expression and unhappily said, "Second brother, was it you who told your older brother that a massive storm is coming?"
"Yes, it was me who—"
When a victim goes through all hardships only to eventually become the perpetrator, it ceases to be revenge and becomes a joke.
Upon hearing this, You Jiaqi's expression changed, and she instantly felt humiliated to the extreme. She cast a tearful glance at Lu Chengrong before reluctantly apologizing to Wen Wan.
"General, General, a classified dispatch!" A personal guard handed a heavily sealed letter to Liu Xia.
After going through this ordeal, if Wang Zu'an were to come looking for trouble again, he would purely be asking for it.
The newly established Military Intelligence Bureau was not only responsible for monitoring generals and officials, but ordinary people also managed the military intelligence reported by scouts. Under normal circumstances, scouts were required to submit a copy of their reports to the Military Intelligence Bureau. The bureau would then pass useful information to the military strategists in the Department of Military Advisors, as well as to Liu Xia.
Her entire body was as white as a cloud, save for a row of black feathers beneath her wings, her slender legs tucked behind her body.
The carriage cabin was more than twice the size of an ordinary carriage, easily over four meters long. Ordinary horses simply could not pull such a massive carriage.
Yin Le prided herself on considering her past-life friends to be her closest confidants, yet she never imagined that someone would be willing to pursue her and refuse reincarnation. That was a place of complete detachment from worldly desires; when she died, she had been eager to throw herself into it, yet someone had turned back for her sake alone.
Though she didn't understand the meaning behind that look, Chen Aiqing knew it signified tacit consent.
These menial servants were not his people, and among them were some from powerful families he could not afford to provoke. Therefore, he could only shout helplessly, unable to impose any punishment upon them.
"Lord Hai, we will escort you out!" The cultivators belonging to the Bureau of Astronomy stood at attention. Their sacrifice meant little, and upon death, they would find peace in the Highest Heaven.

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She asked as she walked, as if she already knew who was accompanying Niu Honghong.
Fearing that Su Ming might continue to punish him, Yun Dong poured out all of his inner thoughts right then and there.
This large cat was reportedly purchased at a heavy price from the distant Champa Kingdom. As for its exact cost, no one knew to this day; Elder Liu kept it strictly confidential, and it remained a mystery.
However, as a confidant of the Jiajing Emperor, he did not ascend to the immortals together with him, choosing instead to stay behind and garrison Nan Ya alongside Geng Dingxiang.
Many students in the classroom glanced at her, exchanging knowing winks and wearing gloating expressions on their faces.
As for the Broken Body Stage, it required one to raise an infant into adulthood until he became a robust, muscular powerhouse.
During the previous month, Bai Mo had frequently practiced alongside Chu Yanran under the fine-sounding pretext of being a sparring partner, but Bai Mo's intentions were already glaringly obvious.
Golden radiance gently shimmered atop his fist, and faintly, one could almost hear deep, resonant Sanskrit chants exploding within the venue.
A villager standing in the surrounding crowd suddenly raised his voice and shouted, his face full of curiosity and astonishment.
Ye Youran didn't think too much; she ran straight toward him. "Ling Yue!" she continuously called his name, trying to wake him up.
Unfortunately, the Empress of the inner palace did not need to be too clever. Especially for her, she preferred a somewhat foolish Empress, as that made it easier to hold onto power. Duan Ruxia was clever—so clever that it unnerved her.
When she first discovered that the man had used her birthday as the digital lock password, she couldn't help but mock him for a long time. Such a direct way of expressing affection was simple and crude, yet truly unbefitting of the traditionally reserved and aloof Young Master Wen.
Shi Yanwu couldn't help but pout. Seeing his good brother reduced to this state was not something he wanted to witness, but hopefully, they could endure their hardships and finally find happiness.
Taking advantage of the light, we improvised with materials from the floor—disassembled tables and chairs, everywhere were round logs and wide wooden strips—and then used hammers to make repairs.
With a shift of his figure, he flew out of the Blood Wind Island, and upon leaving, he headed straight in the direction of Sword Qin Island.
Bathed in cold sweat, Zhou Wei had truly fallen... The past me had always foolishly thought that the soul and the flesh were an inseparable whole.
"I'm going to the restroom." Ye Yinuo finally cracked under the intense, gossipy gazes directed at her from all directions, and she fabricated an excuse to escape Leng Xiao, the ultimate source of attention.
Because Lin Hao had been dragged all the way just now, his whole body was covered in bruises. Before he could even catch his breath from the pain, Shi Yanwu rudely stripped off his clothes.

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After that incident, regardless of whether the children understood or not, everyone would just trick them first and settle accounts when they grew up.
"What do you think should be done about that police chief named Peng Haoming?" Li Yunxiang recalled this matter and asked.
Mrs. Yun Chen put on a colorless, glass-textured jade bangle, while Quan Shouying donned an ice-textured, apple-green jade bangle.
The old monk suspected that the universe we inhabit might be a masterless black hole within another higher-dimensional universe, continuously sucking matter from that higher-dimensional realm and transforming it into dark energy and dark matter—in other words, chaos.
"Could you please elaborate? After that death row inmate Wang Yu was resurrected that day, what exactly did you witness?" Liu Shengqiang asked.
Li Nan and the others went there to count the number of impoverished mountain villages, survey the terrain, and gather various statistical data.
Because Ashin had been assassinated the night before, the Ghost and Deity Black Market had arranged for a large number of elite werewolf warriors to stand guard outside his lounge.
"I don't know either... I'm looking for him too. He didn't go to his interview today..." Peng Silue recounted what had happened over the phone.
In truth, whenever I thought of this, my heart felt heavily congested, so when Li Mengmeng turned the question back on me, I couldn't utter a single word.
Because of the longevity jade bracelets Quan Shengnan had given away in the capital, she had met the current Elder Madam Zheng. Neither her temperament, appearance, nor her speech and manners could compare to the old lady before her now. She truly had no idea what Zheng Yuanxun saw in her.
Soul 〤 normally served as another healer in the Soul Annihilation team. Upon receiving the reminder from Soul 〤 White-Clothed, he reacted swiftly, preparing to cast a primary healing spell.
When Gu Nianchu rushed over, her grandmother had already entered the emergency room. Because it was the closest facility, they hadn't gone to Shen Tinglan's hospital.
In his view, this matter had nothing to do with their objective tonight; it was merely an accident.
Nicholas's expression shifted. He picked up a two-meter-long katana, its blade covered in blood-red patterns, and instantly vanished from the cabin.
Song Zhimeng was both the leader and the center, having chosen a relatively soulful song with a voice as moving as a cello.

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