Chapter 65: Now or Never

If Minister of Crime Zhao Huo and Chief Eunuch Zheng Ji were to collude, coupled with the lingering influence of Queen Dowager Zhao and the reputation of Lord Chang'an, it would indeed pose a considerable danger to King Xiaocheng of Zhao.

The best course of action at present is to stick with the defensive strategy previously formulated by Lian Po, and make further decisions only after the cavalry training is complete.

"Alas, if you aren't going to help, stop asking so many questions. Why don't the two of us get a little cozy instead?" Cheng咬金 had known Di Renjie and Li Bai for a long time, and knowing what Di Renjie feared, he even opened his arms in an embracing gesture.

One of them had even miraculously risen in the Nanyang region, becoming an overlord overseas; surely, a family like that should have at least a few prominent figures stepping forward to offer assistance.

Everyone had been speaking out loud just moments before, but had subsequently switched to telepathic transmission, which made physical coordination rather awkward as they all instinctively stayed close together.

As fate would have it, this matter came to the attention of Socrates, who ordered his men to bring Krick before him out of sheer curiosity. Although Krick was dressed in rough burlap and had disheveled hair, his appearance was otherwise an exact duplicate of Socrates.

The panting mechanic stood there completely dumbfounded. He had simply come to fix a car—how on earth did he end up feeling like a prospective key witness?

"Are you joking?" The elderly man with white hair trembled as he clutched the roll of paper in his hands, staring in sheer disbelief at the calm-faced Di Renjie before him.

"Amitabha!" Master Fazhi noticed that Ryan was not far from the spatial tempest, and that the storm even showed signs of sweeping toward him. Fortunately, his luck seemed to hold, as the path of the tempest began to veer away from him.

Having made up his mind, he fought down the impulse to comfort her, his gaze turning distant and aloof as a profound darkness gathered once again within his eyes.

Yu Manman unlocked the door to X-6 with a magnetic stripe card and promptly delivered a kick that sent Geng Haoshi sprawling inside. Having just woken from sleep, Geng Haoshi was knocked flat onto the floor by the sudden blow.

"Make sure you step up your training after dinner!" With that parting instruction, Yu Manman turned and left the Chen Zhi Gymnasium.

Between the cost of the raw fabric and the labor, each of these garments cost nearly twenty to thirty yuan to produce. If they were to sell them for only thirty yuan, how much profit could they possibly make?

Chen He sat alone inside his wooden cabin, remaining there all day without eating or drinking, communicating with the outside world only by having a messenger report the latest conditions through the door. He did not emerge until dusk, by which time he looked utterly exhausted, the hair on his temples having turned substantially white.

Song Xiaowei let out an immediate, piercing shriek, as if she had been fiercely stabbed with a blade. Furious, she stamped her foot on the spot, pointing at Xia Zhi, utterly speechless.

Qin Yue could not resist reaching out to stroke his face. Since he was always taking advantage of her, she felt she simply had to turn the tables on him for once.

In the logistics department office, ever since Tao Baogui's death, the relationship between Zhao Fangzhi and Sun Lanhua had not been quite as warm as before.

The initial beat of the war drum had already achieved its purpose; Luo Qi now needed victories to keep everyone's morale soaring.

Therefore, even with the presence of the Vampire Hunter Guild President, they remained unconcerned. However, the words spoken by Gu Wenliang and Chi Chu had also reached the ears of Earl Amber and Earl Fog. Upon hearing Gu Wenliang's remark, both of them wore inscrutable smiles.

The 3v3 matches featured a shorter schedule than the regular games, making them all the more intense. To secure points, every competitor pulled out all the stops and gave it their absolute all.

"Tang Peng is dead. I am certainly number one, but you needn't harbor any hopes of taking second. Someone else has just broken through to the eighth stage of the Martial Ancestor realm, and in my view, he is far more formidable than you," Zhao Qian said indifferently.

With Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun besieged in Changshe, the imperial court was plunged into sudden panic, and the Emperor, alternating between intense fury and sheer terror at the overwhelming momentum of the Yellow Turban rebels, worried that they might prove unstoppable.

Qi Hui, however, was convinced that his intuition was not wrong. Even if it was not the invisible tracker, the fact that it could cause the upgrade system's mainframe to overheat indicated a shared magnetic field; he simply could not reconcile himself to leaving without taking a look.

Lin Xi blinked. It wasn't as if she had begged him for assistance—how could this man go about soliciting a reward for himself? Yet the plain truth was that he had indeed helped her, and coupled with saving her life, she felt that no amount of effort on her part could ever truly repay him.

Like falling pear blossom rain, Bai Wei sat cross-legged amidst the snow-white shower of petals, possessing an ethereal, celestial grace. A seven-stringed zither rested across her knees as her delicate hands plucked and swept the strings. The music drifted on the air—melancholic yet lingering, tender and winding. Her immaculate white dress spread out around her like flower petals, rendering her utterly pure and transcendent.

Lin Xi had anticipated their reaction long beforehand. In her past life, her mind had been entirely occupied by Zheng Yuanchen and her studies; she had repeatedly analyzed every single test paper and knew the core concepts behind every question inside and out.

"Let me try again." After murmuring quietly with Yu Kedi for a moment, he nodded, picked up his blood-stained whip, and walked back inside.

Reborn into this life, this man had forcefully intruded into her existence, usuring her space and delivering wave after wave of emotional impact. He slowly thawed her cooling heart, leaving her irresistibly ensnared in his web of romance.

Years of constant admonition, combined with the hot-blooded vigor of youth, meant that Shen Qielan's mind was almost entirely focused on achieving great feats and establishing a career; as for matters of marriage, he simply had no time to consider them.

Dipping the fish into the sauce before eating, Luo Zhou felt that the fresh flavor of the fish was magnified several times over, and its tender texture was truly beyond reproach.

For one thing, he needed to play the fool in front of Yue Chu. How could a simpleton possibly know how to offer greetings? For another, he held no emotional attachment whatsoever toward anyone in the Wen family. Therefore, even now that his mind had cleared, he had no desire to have any further dealings with Madam Fan.