Chapter 53: Lu Zhenguo's Majesty, the Final Verdict of Favoritism

As soon as Lu Zhenguo spoke, the temperature in the entire living room seemed to drop by several degrees. He did not slam the table, nor did he roar, but slowly swept his sharp gaze across everyone at the dining table. Those caught in his gaze instinctively straightened their backs; the old man's authority and aura were simply too overwhelming.

"Finished?" The old man calmly uttered a single word, his tone so flat that no emotion could be discerned. But the more it was like this, the more the relatives...

Although the crowd below was making a commotion, very few people had the wealth and strength to bid for this necklace. The bidders were few and far between. Luo Nan patiently waited, intending to make his move at the very last moment.

Everyone was left speechless. Wasn't it obvious? If he had come, the moment you appeared, he naturally would have appeared as well.

Just like that, Long Teng was taken hostage, utterly powerless to resist, captured and carried away.

Sure enough, Huang Zitao's voice rang out from behind, and a tear slipped right from the corner of Xiao Ranxi's eye.

Long Fei nodded. It turned out that villa was pitch black, even the windows were dark. The only bizarre thing was the door, which was a startling, glaring red, looking as though it had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

As a result, what they originally thought could be carried out quietly was unexpectedly uncovered by Golden Century Pictures.

Seeing that Du Xusheng was already extremely impatient, Luo Nan felt embarrassed to ask any further, so he stood up and took his leave.

Hearing the big man's words, the group of mercenaries couldn't help but laugh heartily, and then resumed their escort mission. After all, they still had a task at hand, and they were mercenaries too—though incomparable to the elite troops of the Zhennan Corps, they were still soldiers, just not soldiers fighting desperately for money alone.

"If that's what you think... then I'll have to kill everyone." Kim Jae-joong's lips curved into an evil smile.

When the new members who arrived on the island went to dine at the Ocean View Restaurant, they were as overjoyed as if they were celebrating a holiday, repeatedly expressing regret that they hadn't come along with us from the start. Come to think of it, the journey heading south for the first time hadn't been easy; had so many people truly traveled together, things might not have gone quite so smoothly.

On the bustling avenue, bright streetlights illuminated the entire city as if it were day, and an ambulance with flashing emergency lights sped past in a hurry.

Sunshine slapped his forehead, nimbly jumped down from the ladder with a few movements, and followed us back to the living room.

A crisp cry of an oriole pierced the sky, shattering the silent atmosphere. Like an invisible command, the man in black and Chi Jin's trio split apart from the middle with a rustling sound, stepping tacitly to both sides to return to their respective camps.

"Let's go, we're going inside to find Boss Ling." Cheng Zhan picked her up in one swift motion and walked into the house.

Mo Xuanxi's final parting words startled Xia Shiming. Was he the one on the rooftop back then? Well, it was just as well.

"But I rejected her," he said with absolute certainty, tinged with a hint of pride. He was not an animal that thought only with its lower half; he also valued emotions and connections with people.

Su Fengnuan smiled inwardly. Her father's decision to break away from the Yubei Su family truly showed determination and resilience. As for herself, if she compared her own determination and resilience to her feelings for Ye Shang, it was a pretty good match.

Xiao Fei cared very little about the Wind Speed Tiger before him. In the beast-fighting arena, he had already slain so many first-rank profound beasts, so this fellow naturally posed no challenge at all.

Cries of agony echoed continuously as several melee players collapsed to the ground, leaving fewer than twenty members of the God of War Hall lingering in the open space.

Seeing Xiao Cheng and An Yan walking intimately side by side, Su Qian felt as though her heart had been split open, bleeding profusely.

George was cheerful and talkative, while the other was deep and taciturn. Because of this, George was always a shining beacon wherever he went, and the other was merely his shadow. Even the right of succession took him into priority.

This deity was struck with terror, but it was already too late for regret. I vaguely remembered that the direction he flew off toward was precisely the direction of his quarters.