Volume 1, Chapter 47: I Am the Capital Tycoon

Another night of unbridled intimacy passed.

The next day, An Qianqian slept until she woke up naturally. Sensing that she was awake, Lingyi prepared breakfast in her own quarters and brought it over.

It was still for two.

After finishing breakfast, Lingyi continued with her daily report.

Hearing this, Zhang Ruyun remained somewhat skeptical, but since Yinniang spoke with such certainty, she had no choice but to yield. She immediately placed the wine beside Yinniang as instructed, washed the cherries before handing them to her, and then took out walnuts, crushing them one by one by hand before feeding them to Yinniang.

However, if it were only like this, she estimated that this bomb could probably only be used by herself. Frowning, she thought of the principle of creating fire through friction between stones. Without delay, she had people find some stones that could produce sparks when rubbed against each other. Refusing to do it herself, she directly instructed them to grind the stones into tiny sand grains no larger than a fingernail for her.

Compared to these people, Feng Wuqing felt that this blonde fellow could be considered someone akin to Kong Kongmie.

Kong Kongmie was striving for the minimum casualties because he sensed that the defensive posture of the Emperor Soul Chart could not hold out much longer.

Thoughts aside, these individuals descended one after another a moments later and took their positions at the entrance of the formation, where someone guided them inside. These people were still part of the peripheral force pursuing Feng Wuqing; if they did not go inside, they probably would not survive until tomorrow morning.

Just as Zhao Shi finished off Zed, Zhang Yu's Rumble also unleashed his ultimate, completely cutting off the retreat paths of Jinx and Thresh.

Moreover, the hunting expedition made it realize even more profoundly the importance of strength. Whether facing the powerful Silver Moon Wolf King during the hunt or dealing with the various crises to come, a strong backing of power was required. In this world, might was the ultimate law, and the weak were merely ants.

Last time, they had barely managed to win a championship and only split two hundred thousand, yet this so-called betting match offered at least ten thousand per game. What the hell was the difference between this and robbing a bank?

The man who was unhurriedly pressing Tianxin suddenly felt a chill behind his back and hurriedly turned around, only to see a blood-stained spear striking from behind. The man hastily raised the back of his blade to block the spear tip.

Arriving in the bottom lane, Chen Wuyan and Mu Feng began to push the wave, and once the minion wave moved past, Wang Kai entered the side bush of his own team where the opposing bottom lane could not detect him.

In his subconscious, Shuri-chan had already become a smooth, three-syllable endearment. Suddenly changing it to a prolonged two-syllable version felt quite awkward instead.

"There's no need. The two of us, mother and son, are doing quite well. Don't I still have you as my godfather?" Xu Lan said with a faint bitterness in her heart, smiling as she refused.

She had always rarely visited his office of her own accord, even avoiding it as if it were venomous, yet today she had actually taken the initiative to call upon him.

Qin Qingyu looked at him, figuring that the boss probably did not want children from ordinary families to miss out on this breakfast, and thus declined.

Yue Jingyuan let out a muffled chuckle, casually loosened his tie and tossed it aside, pulling her right up in front of him. His hazy gaze swept across her face, and the smile at the corner of his mouth vanished abruptly.

Just as Su Jingji thought about turning around and leaving, Mu Siqing walked over from the other side and patted him on the shoulder.

Chen Mo's gaze was ice-cold, and he showed no mercy in his attacks; wherever he passed, a series of shrill, miserable screams inevitably rang out.

Immediately, she grabbed a nearby bathrobe to wrap around herself, took her clothes, and walked directly toward the door.

Yesterday had brought an unexpected turn: perhaps everyone had grown tired of cursing him, so they instead turned their attacks onto Chengzi, who had published the most positive remarks about him.

Hearing this, Su Jingji's gaze no longer evaded; instead, he looked straight at her, a hint of admiration seemingly flowing within his eyes.

Wu Jinxing hoped with all his might that this wasn't the case, but coupled with his mission "Counter-Kill Blame," it practically confirmed her identity—an assassin.