Volume 1, Chapter 63: I Am the Capital Tycoon 17

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 proceeded to report on the day's agenda.

Li Shimin suddenly realized that he, much like Yang Guang, had fallen into the exact same cycle, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient. This is a very long story and will likely take quite a while to tell," Bai Yi signaled for the Void Walkers to remain calm, and then leisurely began recounting his experiences after falling into slumber.

A look of wild joy appeared in Zhang Baiyi's eyes. Truly, the iron shoes were worn out in vain searching for it, only to find it effortlessly; when destiny arrives, everything falls naturally into place.

Unaware, Ye Zigao flopped down onto the stool where the decapitated ghost had been sitting. Struck by the surge of living aura, he jumped in fright and fled.

A weekly salary of 25 dollars amounted to 1,300 dollars that year, at a time when the average annual salary of a skilled American worker was merely eight or nine hundred dollars. Although it certainly could not compare to his father's earnings as an NYU professor, it could hardly be described as ungenerous.

The entire audience erupted into warm applause. On one hand, they were praising his marvelous opening speech; on the other hand, they were welcoming today's true protagonist—the greatest scientist of the twentieth century.

"How wonderful it would be if you were still here..." Ye An gazed at the somewhat aged tombstone with a desolate expression, a trace of melancholy inevitably welling up in his heart.

"The divine powers of the Stone Clan are indeed impressive! Xuanzang's divine strength is suppressed by the Tightening Curse, and now he is further frozen by the origin power of the Stone Clan. Without external aid in the future, he will never see the light of day for all eternity!" Zhang Baiian smiled as he looked at the Stone King.

Most of the identities corresponding to the twenty-two Major Arcana cards of the SCP Foundation had received complete and satisfactory answers.

Furthermore, the "Double-Flower Red Pole" was originally an honorary title rather than a fixed office. The brother in the branch who was universally recognized as the best fighter was qualified to have a golden-red peony tattooed on each shoulder, hence the name.

In truth, everyone secretly harbored a standard response, which was, "Who can say for sure about the future?" At any rate, they never spoke in absolute terms.

Freshmen just entering the police academy, brimming with excitement and eager to put on their police uniforms, thus began their four-year police academy lives.

"If Apocalypse is hiding nearby, my ultra-strong sensory perception should be able to pick him up," Tang Lang said.

Featuring the same hard-edged design, Qin Guan matched the rhythm of the venue and the cold flashes of the camera lights, managing to walk with a distinct and unique style.

"Commander, if we deploy artillery, we still don't know where Hu Bin's artillery is currently located. What should we do if the Chinese artillery locks onto our positions?" another senior staff officer asked.

The War Academy was divided into two factions: an optimistic faction and a pessimistic faction. The optimists believed that it was practically impossible for any demonic crisis in Shanghai to spread this far, rendering the construction of a fortress completely unnecessary.

Her thickly made-up, powdered white face appeared before everyone like a vengeful back-spirit within the dimly lit set where filming had just concluded.

After finishing the announcements, Hu Yun told everyone that they could go back to rest, though they were also welcome to continue waiting here. Because the scores of the eight branch academies would be compiled together and announced once more, those who returned to their rooms to rest could still receive the results through the voice-transmitting magic arrays in their dormitories.

Although it was merely the life level and vital blood of a saint, as this Emperor from the Stone stepped forward, the majestic aura was in no way inferior to that of a quasi-king.

Ren Bai hurriedly bent down. Without a second thought, looking at the centipedes crawling over the corpses, he grabbed one of the centipedes barehanded.