Volume 1, Chapter 58: Surpassing Ten Thousand for the First Time

Most of the villagers caught fish like the armored sea bass, along with a few octopuses and red ridgefish, though none in large quantities—just a few dozen or a hundred of each. This served as an extra source of income, and the prices offered by Mr. Qian were always higher than those at the docks. The villagers who received the money were endlessly delighted.

He knew that Duan Jinrui had his own backing, but he had never imagined that his backing would consist of genuine military might. He had never expected that the man would let him know this without the slightest concealment. Was it because of trust?

Upon hearing Wang Jie quote this price, the middle-aged man was visibly stunned, appearing somewhat hesitant.

"Minglong, we've known each other for so long; we might as well be brothers. Take my advice and leave at once with Qingyan." As soon as these words fell, Minglong seemed greatly encouraged, nodded, and strode out.

At this moment, those few individuals had long since lost their previous arrogance. They sat stiffly like cicadas in winter, their figures trembling slightly. They were filled with sheer terror toward the seemingly genial young man before them, and still harbored lingering fear regarding Wang Jie's decisive and thunderous methods earlier.

Regardless of what Duan Jinrong was plotting, all he needed to do was disrupt it, or, if things went smoothly, turn the tables on him.

I had already grown accustomed to his indifference and didn't take the matter to heart. Upon returning to my room, a wave of profound drowsiness washed over me, and the moment my body touched the wooden bed, I drifted straight into dreamland.

After all, the other person was his lawfully wedded wife; no man would play the gentleman under such circumstances.

Having dealt a heavy blow to the grand elder of the Dao Sect with a single strike, Wang Jie slammed his feet hard against the ground, his figure spinning backward through the air like a giant roc spreading its wings for flight. With his fists glowing with golden light, he savagely bombarded the two utterly shocked Dao Sect powerhouses.

Under Wang Jie's astonished gaze, a gigantic, ancient, and majestic hall exuding a sense of weathered antiquity slowly emerged from the broken earth.

Li Ye returned to the Shi residence in a dazed state, only to see that Shi Pu had already returned from the military camp. Forcing a smile, Li Ye asked, "General Shi, have matters been properly arranged?" Shi Pu had left the Yanchun Pavilion early that morning to find craftsmen for Li Ye in the camp, and he wondered how things had been handled.

Although it was not stated explicitly, Qin Tian had already vaguely grasped the underlying meaning of those words.

More importantly, you only harbor a favorable impression of him, rather than actual affection, right?

Yao Yi's comical appearance sent everyone into roaring laughter. He Yiyuan seized the opportunity to glance at Yao Yi, and in that brief moment of eye contact, both of their hearts trembled.

Through the ajar door, Qin Shaojie could even glimpse three pale, naked bodies across two rooms, which stirred a wave of restlessness within his heart.

Clearly, the tactic of pretending to understand what one does not was a dead end. Only two choices remained: play dumb, or fake amnesia.

"What is there to be afraid of? When the time comes, we just need to clean up our traces and pin the blame on those mountain tribes who haven't come out of seclusion! As for the excuse, the crime of betraying us by defecting to the Han and helping them forge weapons to slaughter our own kin will be more than enough!" Shi Xin replied with a smile.

"Could it be the Dark Demon Bead? Or the Purple Jade Divine Bead? Or perhaps the Blood Fiend Bead?" The robed elder muttered to himself, then carefully scanned the surroundings with his divine sense. Within the range of his perception, there was not a single trace of any cultivator's aura.

"Shooting assessment?" Lin Yifan took the Type 92 military pistol handed over to him by Yi Yang, removed the magazine, and finding only five live rounds inside, asked in bewilderment.

Without waiting for a response, Brother Ye grabbed Yun Feiyan by the sleeve and bolted diagonally into the depths of the forest. This time, he didn't even touch a single finger of Yun Feiyan's hand.

The President of Uzbekistan instantly understood what was going on in Yao Yi's mind and was overjoyed, immediately plotting how to coordinate with Yao Yi to properly teach that detestable President of Kazakhstan a lesson.