Chapter 165: Held in Check, Ah Ping’s Achilles' Heel

Thus, the Good Taste Restaurant faced the crisis of imminent closure; either they paid a massive fine and underwent health inspections again to ensure everything was in order, or they would never be allowed to reopen.

Jiang Feng saw this situation unfolding but did not stop her, instead shifting his tone to address her as "Sister Long Yun."

Han Lianyi had anticipated such a response, yet even with the faintest glimmer of hope, she was determined never to give up.

Jiang Muyan’s expression flickered with momentary shock as her gaze landed on the sketchbook. She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, breathing a sigh of relief only after confirming that the contents inside remained undamaged.

If there were any signs of large-scale troop movements, the scouts would certainly have reported it in advance. Even if they managed to bypass one outpost, it would be impossible to evade all forty or fifty of them.

Once you are targeted by a wealthy patron, it signifies that this person will continue to pour money your way until they have gambled themselves into bankruptcy.

"Hahaha, you still don't dare to kill me! You still need the antidote..." Suddenly, Zuo Yingyan realized the truth.

Sada led five or six thousand elite warriors to attack Mozhou City, never expecting that the sorcerer regiment would be the first to be annihilated by Xiang Yu. This unforeseen turn of events directly caused the protective barrier shielding the Heye village to vanish.

Although his words were harsh, Xuanyuan Jian felt he was not wrong. He could not be wrong, for across the entire Blue Planet, no one possessed the qualifications to question him.

And so he offered himself to him—a base, filthy version of himself that he found detestable even in his own eyes.

"I truly haven't had the chance to explain this to him yet; he must be very angry." Hearing Ivan say this, Jiang Muyan suddenly remembered that after finishing her work, she had submitted it to the company. Due to the rush, she had only managed to send a text message of apology, and she had not yet figured out how to prepare a formal one.

At a single word from Lin Shuhui, the embroiderers and artisans present all withdrew, leaving only Lin Chengyue behind.

At this moment, Long Teng suddenly felt as if everything were shrouded in a mystery. Everything had changed; in that instant, Long Teng felt bewildered, momentarily losing his sense of direction.

Mi Shu did not respond. Frowning, she gave her a gentle nudge, only for her to suddenly collapse. Mi Shu caught her in a hurry.

It was as if time were flowing past like water; what remained unchanged was a scroll of Taoist scriptures, a green vine, and a bronze lamp.

Schroeder exerted pressure from the front with bold, sweeping strikes, while the two knights, Vaginios and Francis, acted like iron hammers, relentlessly attacking from the flanks. Danilo’s rapier struck from unexpected, wicked angles, while Giovanni’s daggers moved like ghosts, sealing off every escape route.

Having adjusted his mood, Lu Han scanned the surroundings and realized he was in a private room at a bar. Today happened to be Huang Zitao’s seventeenth birthday.

"This sword? You are a beautiful young lady, but this sword is not yet finished. As a swordsmith, I cannot give it to you." Kong Xiaowu flatly refused, leaving no room for negotiation.

Since it was a trial formation, there had to be a path through it, but just as Liang Hao lifted his foot, he suddenly stopped.

Such a being, one that even the reclusive old monsters might not be able to contend with, had been easily suppressed by a blood-stained coffin, as if it were nothing more than swatting a mosquito or a fly.

Yuan Shu, that second-generation heir, swept from Nanyang to Runan and then to Huainan, leaving nothing but barren land in his wake like a plague of locusts, stripping the common people of everything they owned.