Chapter 29: Don’t Go Around Biting Like a Mad Dog

"This is a fake! It's a forgery! I never said those things." Ruan Miaomiao explained in a panic, her small face draining from a flushed red to a deathly pale.

Surrounded by fellow entertainers and some friends from within the industry, she found herself met with looks of suspicion from all sides.

Ruan Miaomiao turned her head toward Zhou Yinhe, tears streaming down her face, her expression one of utter grievance.

"Senior, I truly did not say these things. Someone must have forged them to frame me, it must be—"

It must be said that while long-term indulgence in power can lead to complacency, it can also forge the heart of the strong.

The subtext of the Chief's statement was rich; the Wang brothers were both sharp men, and naturally, each nodded in agreement.

Having left the mountains for the first time in her life, she witnessed the night scene outside, which resembled a cascading sea of stars. For the first time, she learned to smile at others, and because of a misunderstanding, she also shed tears for another, tasting the bitterness of heartache.

The monkey’s speed did not falter in the slightest; its right hand rose, forming a claw, and swiped toward Ye Haojun's throat.

Because he had already scanned the contents of the note inside the bamboo tube—the note was brief, with only a few characters—the message was very concise.

Previously, he had made an appointment with her to meet at this street park on Sunday for their first sweet date.

Later, they sensed the Sword Master erupting with a powerful aura, as if locked in battle with a formidable foe.

But they had not expected Lu Congshou to have the mentality of a gambler, abandoning the support of Yizhou to try and open a breakthrough from Pule County instead.

"I wonder, Steward Liu, why you did not explain the criteria for the final two ranks of disciples—the 'Monstrous Talent' and the 'Number One' levels?" Long Xing asked, puzzled.

Jia Xu also wore a wry smile. With the 'Dragon and Phoenix Clear Drunk' about to be sealed and sold, how could they overlook the Lunu City headquarters?

After deliberation, Liu Ze decided to leave the wounded to recuperate in Gupeng, Mulu, Lan Shi City, and Pushkalavati. One hundred thousand Indian soldiers were to clear the battlefield, while the main force would strike directly at Nisa City, then sweep westward to seize the entirety of Persia.

When do people truly find their fighting spirit? Only when on equal footing, or when conditions are similar, can one summon their drive. In the beginning, Jueming still had the ambition to chase after Bai Jianli’s footsteps; now, when he thought about it, it was nothing but a joke—a self-inflicted torment.

The shop owner stood frozen in place, staring at the speeding van, shouting in stunned disbelief.

"They are new recruits... Although the Empire enforces military service and every adult has spent time in the army, but... as for combat effectiveness..." Ma Kai’s anxiety was written all over his face.

"It seems this was Brother Zhang’s doing." Upon hearing this, Shao An knew exactly who it was; after all, the Third Team of the Hidden Guards was always responsible for intelligence gathering.

Seeing the yaks glaring at him, He Lang felt a bit flustered, but then he reasoned that these bovine eyes were naturally large, and they probably wore such fierce expressions for everyone.

There were seven team leaders in total. Aside from the two executioners from that day whose names were unknown, the others were Ding Yi, Zhang San, Li Hongyi, Li Honghui, and Xu Qi. By this count, Shao An had now met all seven leaders of the Hidden Guards.

Hanyang Commandery was left without a master, its military morale scattered. Huang Zhong, Lu Bu, and Cao Xing quickly occupied Hanyang, then combined their forces to pursue Han Sui.

Within five miles of the Amu Darya riverbank, a scene of frenzied, bloody slaughter unfolded. Everyone was screaming, and the warhorses neighed in agony. Blood continuously seeped into the earth, staining the area red.

After careful observation, they discovered there were not many Magic Wood Men inside; they could only see about twenty in total.

"Zheng Chenheng, I told you, I only want you! If you leave, don't ever come back! I... I don't need anyone!" Zheng Xichen smiled bitterly, beads of sweat sliding down his forehead, mixing with the liquid welling from the corners of his eyes, slowly trickling down to dampen the bedsheets.