Chapter 49: The Overprotective Parent Steps In, "An Ungrateful Little Brute?"

Her cousin-in-law’s sarcastic remark, "an ungrateful, ungracious ingrate," directly touched Zhou Susu’s softest yet most unyielding reverse scale.

Zhou Susu, who had just been exuding an overwhelming aura, saw the smile vanish from her face in an instant.

She could endure people pointing fingers at her background; she could bear those gazes filled with scrutiny and fault-finding.

Yet the one thing she could not tolerate was anyone using such malicious vocabulary to hurt her An'an.

If it could be said that the previous harassment by her relatives—

Cheng Zhiyi had no idea what kind of imagery crossed her mind, as she suddenly burst into a silly giggle.

"That pervert did it completely on purpose. I'm going to post it on Weibo right now to fix his wagon!" She picked up her phone, fully intent on posting.

With every single word spoken, Zhao Qianzhong delivered a kick to Jiang An's body. A martial artist's prowess left Jiang An utterly incapable of resistance, bouncing him back and forth like a football under Zhao Qianzhong's onslaught. His designer clothes had already been shredded into long strips hanging from his frame, making him look precisely like a beggar.

Furthermore, why was there not a single lingering soul or ghost in this vicinity, and could the dense dark clouds and rumbling thunder in the sky be related to the opening of this netherworld?

The oppressive presence and combat power of the Qilin were simply too overwhelming. Just a moment ago, Wu Sheng and Zoro had been suppressed while fighting together; now that only Wu Sheng remained, whether Luffy and Zoro had fled or already perished was entirely irrelevant.

Both of them had seen the "Glutton" belonging to Robin within the Sin Realm. Oddly enough, the bloody aura characteristic of a Glutton that she carried vanished completely once inside the Sin Realm.

The skeleton-like man spoke as he slammed his elbow backward, striking squarely against Lu Buping's ribs. Lu Buping never imagined that someone with a blade pressed against their throat would dare to pull such a stunt, truly acting with reckless disregard for their own life.

Throughout these days, Lin Mengxian had remained inside the stone palace accompanying her husband and father-in-law. With nothing much to do between the two of them, she began wandering around the Stone Realm.

Five minutes later, with Nami operating at full firepower, the area around the stone platform and the newly spawned shadow beasts were completely cleared out by the group.

Presently, Zhao Yiyang still owed this astronomical sum of spirit gold coins, but Long Feiyi had also brought him some good news.

Right at that moment, beneath the dim night and amidst the dead silence, a subtle rustling sound and faint footsteps drifted over.

"Anyway, this should mean everything is resolved." Ye Zeming crossed his legs and let out a yawn.

Ye Zeming unexpectedly discovered that he made a good teacher. Of course, perhaps it was because the six combat forms of Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain, Darkness, and Thunder were well-suited for passing on to others. Whether it was the high-ranking secret agents or the thugs of the Mad Dog Gang, all of them progressed at a rapid pace.

Seeing his expression, Nicole Catrina and the black-robed friar were too frightened to utter a sound, yet Liu Mang's expression remained rigid for a long while before he suddenly burst out laughing.

The medicinal pill entered his mouth, and before he could even swallow, it instantly dissolved into a refreshing current of vital energy that slid down his throat, spreading toward his limbs and bones. The slight stinging pain in his meridians also eased somewhat. Feeling much more comfortable, he let out a long breath of relief.

The Black Spade K had also escaped back with heavy injuries? Ye Zeming raised an eyebrow, knowing instantly that this was the masterpiece of that unfortunate soul targeted by Hitman 47. Moreover, judging from the subtle hints in Hitman 47's previous words, the person who had a conflict with Hitman 47 seemed to be none other than Assassin 41, the very rival he had played a few matches of wits against.

Liu Mang remained silent. He understood that Eleanor might have checked in on him while passing by, but she clearly wasn't here for casual chatter; this topic concerning the Royal Workshop alone revealed her true intent.

"Is there a problem? Father asked me to bring this to you." Seeing Zifeng's astonishment, Tang Tianyang said timidly.

"It's already taken care of. Tang Zifeng is in our hands right now," Joseph's flat voice echoed.

"Damn it, what is it this time?" The furious voices of Poison Dragon and the others rang out. Immediately afterward, a group of over three hundred people looked toward the source of the sound. As they drew closer, an intense stench of blood instantly assailed their nostrils—infinitely gruesome, infinitely pungent.