Chapter Fifty: Good Karma (Part I)

Peijia Village backed against the Yan Mountains, surrounded by barren fields on three sides, with the nearest settlement being seven or eight miles away. Ordinarily, passersby were almost never seen here.

Pei Qinghe raised an eyebrow slightly. "No need to panic, lead the way and let me take a look."

Pei Yan nodded vigorously and turned to lead the way.

Walking onto the path east of the village, the group of arriving guests revealed their true forms.

It turned out to be a caravan of carriages. Unlike ordinary wooden carts, these wagons were all tall, wide, and deep. The mules pulling them were pitch-black with gleaming coats.

The conductor had no choice but to herd all the passengers off the carriage, pacifying those who agreed to wait for the next public transport while issuing refunds to those who did not wish to wait.

Among these thousand people, there were still quite a few C-rank ability users in the first, second, and third grades. When a real fight broke out, they would not pose a heavy combat pressure to the B-rank elites of these combat squads.

Yu Ke'an released Xi Yanhui, Dixing, and Dichen. Dixing and Dichen transformed into a white horse and a yellow horse, looking exceptionally majestic and spirited.

Moreover, if the other party were incorporated into their sphere of jurisdiction, the strength of the entire city would rise to a new level.

Over the next few days, Danitz rushed constantly between various bars and casinos, mobilizing his connections to track down the whereabouts of the Iron Mervyn gang. He even resorted to a sting operation, deliberately exposing his tracks within Old Quinn's sphere of influence to lure them into tracking or attacking, allowing the crazy Gehrman to obtain clues and conduct reverse tracking.

After sending the text message, Qing Ran felt much more relaxed. Slow music played inside the car, and as she listened, her eyes glazed over and she drifted into a sleepy squint.

Many people lingered outside the gates of the ancestral hall, like curious onlookers outside a yamen, their gazes constantly sweeping inward, attempting to uncover some gossip.

"Third Brother! We should be able to get our weapons today, right?" Xiang Yu ran into Tang San again as he came to find them, and thus asked impatiently.

"Because it's unnecessary. Even without looking, I know what their weapons look like," Wang Yu thought for a moment and said.

Qing Ran looked at Chen Xun in surprise, only to see the corners of his lips upturned in a casual smile. When he met her gaze, those pretty fox-like eyes flashed a frivolous and charming glance.

Realist Yuding asked anxiously. With the fire burning at their eyebrows, finding more people to come and die was the righteous path. Who cared who came as long as someone did?

"Brothers, when we meet again, I will bring Zunah back." Mouchy bid farewell to everyone from inside the bubble.

"Get some good rest! I'll come back and help you get your revenge!" Ye Tianci still possessed a strong sense of responsibility as the older brother.

The Emperor and Empress's grand wedding required countless preparations. No matter how impatient Shang Mu was, in order to give Chu Qingci a lavish wedding, he had to endure.

Julancel bowed in the imperial fashion, handed the longsword still in its scabbard to Charlotte, and gracefully strode away, radiating style.

Having made the decision to eliminate Schus at all costs, Charlotte felt as though a weight had been lifted from his chest. It was still before dawn, and people were constantly moving about in the camp, standing guard against a surprise attack by Madame Nancelas.

Yueluo's father didn't say another word and transferred the money directly into the eldest aunt's card, casually returning the hundred as well.

Ever since his injury, Zhou Xun had only looked in the mirror twice, and even then, he hadn't looked closely. Now, even if a mirror were shoved right in front of his eyes, he wouldn't be able to spot any difference from before.

Unless the people next door were up to something unsuitable for children, Yu Ling might actually have considered teaching them a lesson in secret.

Aside from his timid nature and perpetual indecisiveness, Yuan Xiu required basically no one to worry about him. Therefore, Yuan Yuan was the one who weighed most heavily on Xu Yan's mind; otherwise, she would have left this place long ago.

If they were truly being targeted, splitting up their actions would definitely alert the enemy, but breaking into separate groups would make things much safer. Even if they were unexpectedly intercepted along the way, some would still manage to escape safely, preventing total annihilation.

Louis and Wukong found its original owner, an eighty-odd-year-old blacksmith, Kintag Dorje.