Chapter 62: At Least You Still Have a Chance

The photograph lay before him, yet he had no idea how to explain it so that Wen Ling would believe him.

Wen Ling withdrew her phone, tapped the screen a few times to send the picture to him, and said softly, "Think about it carefully, and don't say I'm slandering you."

She lowered her head and resumed eating. Zhou Yinhe had no choice but to stand up and return to his seat. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, so he forwarded the photo to their group chat.

[When was this taken? Why is Ruan Miaomiao standing next to me?]

Others in the group chimed in as soon as they saw his question.

The mission had failed. Despite trying twice, they still failed—yes, they had become losers for the very first time. They knew all too well what awaited them now.

The inn was filled with numerous patrons. Those discussing business sought out private rooms for peace and quiet, while the people in the main hall were all here to drink, boast, and pass the time! Li Ning had come simply to drink and admire the scenery; why would he ever shut himself away in a private room?

Leng Qingying was dumbfounded. The Fourth Brother she revered, the Fourth Brother she idolized, had actually spoken such harsh words to her. He had actually told her to get lost? He refused to listen to her warnings at all?

Elder Pan, a man of worldly experience, simply smiled upon hearing Xu Yuan's words, turned around, closed the door behind him, and left.

That bizarre dream had drained nearly all of my strength, and coupled with my failure to replenish my energy in time, I was completely unable to get out of bed and walk.

"You were the one who wanted to find this gem in the first place, can't you pay a little more attention? Also, can you speak normally?" Moumou said with a look of displeasure, waving a towel around.

I sneered. If leaving were that simple, I would have walked away long ago while still inside the castle.

Its ideal, of course, was to bless the descendants of the king who had proposed the establishment of the White Tower Kingdom, ensuring their reign for ten thousand generations and the unification of all under heaven.

"If you aren't dead, stop bothering me! She can rest today!" Drawing back his hand, Rong Lu said indifferently, a trace of gloating evident in his tone.

From the very beginning, Xiao Youfu had no intention of pressing charges; he had merely asked a couple of casual questions. It was Ke Nanfeng herself who, out of cleverness, fell victim to her own craftiness, which was why she ended up bound by Xiao Youfu.

At the mere thought of Bai Ling's death, Bai Yechen found his emotions impossible to control, and his eye sockets suddenly grew moist.

Ye Feng was not nervous about Lu Feng losing. With him around, Jing Cheng could only serve as a quasi-saint-level sparring partner.

Third Brother grew anxious. Number Ten was the person closest to the Exalted Emperor, and his opinions held immense weight with him. Third Brother did not want to end up like Ji—having lost consciousness, he would truly be dead. Therefore, he desperately tried to maintain his image in front of Number Ten.

Qi Wuhen was also secretly recovering the sword qi within his body, as well as his physical strength, preparing to deal with the impending magic of the three-faced, eight-clawed spider at any moment. Even though he knew that even his full-strength attack could hardly shake a single hair of the creature, he was unwilling to simply wait for death and was ready to fight for his life.

Zhan Tingting let out a cry of pain, but when she raised her hand to touch her face, she felt nothing at all.

Feeling his skin crawl under Wang Hao's gaze, Elder Qiu let out a fierce snort, seemingly trying to bolster his own courage.

Gazing steadfastly at Ye Feng, she prayed in her heart that he would be able to pull her sister back from the gates of hell.

When Chu Qiu opened the lunch box, Chu Qiu's pickiness was something he guessed at a glance. Just as he expected, he ate Chu Qiu's leftovers as usual, secretly rejoicing in his victory inside his heart.

With that, Huo Zhengjian's sword clashed against the steel awl, and the sharp sword qi sent her body hurtling backward.

Unlike other Brazilian coaches, Scolari possessed a tenacity and rigor that surpassed even the Europeans. The "unyielding spirit until the final whistle" he advocated was almost comparable to Germany's, and his strict demands on players were renowned both at home and abroad.

Xie Lei turned pale with fright. These men were clearly vicious thugs; seven or eight fierce-looking ruffians had stormed up to the fifth floor, shouting loudly that anyone valuing their life should get out of the way. Without pausing their steps, they swarmed up to the sixth floor.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Hua boarded a helicopter bound directly for Tangshan, while Liu Weiping moved his command post forward to Miyun for closer oversight. Amidst a rolling thunder of artillery, an unprecedentedly brutal and decisive battle—one that would determine the fate of both the Soviet Union and the Republic—commenced.