Chapter 26

Halfway through the interview, He Mian began to misbehave. First, his foot stealthily slid over, moving from her ankle to the curve of her calf, the pressure intimate and suggestive. Su Yun struggled to restrain herself, maintaining a calm expression and continuing to interpret as usual. Beneath the table, however, a game of cat and mouse unfolded between her and He Mian, but the limited space offered no escape; now, one of her high heels had already been slipped off by him.

William’s attention shifted back to He Mian. “Painter He, cof...” Everyone burst into laughter, and even Fan Kaiming laughed awkwardly. Zhao Yu’s words were meant as a joke, but at this moment, they were like a steel needle stabbing into his pride.

Wang Xiu was startled; with a sudden movement, he sidestepped quickly. What was that? Who was this person?

At that moment, Yang Ming’s gaze changed. He released Chen Yushu’s slender leg, and just as she thought he was about to let her go, Yang Ming unexpectedly flipped her body over.

No matter how the girls screamed for Will, he remained unmoved. The others were already terrified—many were utterly bewildered by this abrupt turn of events.

Yang Ming placed the items in the car’s trunk and, seeing that Ruan Tingting still seemed a bit down, he joked with her.

Now, with a clan jade and the support of the Fox Clan, Gu Fang’s disadvantage had turned into an advantage. With the clan jade, he no longer needed to engage in a “clan struggle” with the Grand Protector; instead, he could use the jade to ascend to leadership.

As they approached, Xu Feng and Demi noticed that the houses in the village were all damaged to varying degrees. Still, they looked just about habitable. Whether they could withstand wild animals sneaking in at night was another matter.

Originally, Zhen Keqing’s family should have lived without worry, but who could have guessed that a scoundrel’s actions would reduce them to this state?

Zhang Ling’s gaze shifted to the bottomless abyss. Staring into its depths, his expression darkened. He could sense an intense, dangerous aura emanating from below—perhaps, as Demon Wushuang had said, beneath the cliff lay a truly perilous place.

A chorus of exclamations erupted at the scene, countless voices cheering. Li Hang’s name was now known to everyone. Xu Feng was delighted by this, too—the better Li Hang performed, the more valuable he’d be to the Shougang Club once they signed him.

Wu Zijian’s heart skipped a beat; the questioning cry jolted him to his senses. Gradually, he slowed his pace.

“World’s number one ranking? How have I never heard of that? Mercenaries have rankings?” I asked, puzzled.

Two soldiers dragged him into a house, tied him to an iron frame so he couldn’t struggle, then hurried out as if they couldn’t wait another second to leave.

Lin Xiu’s black claws slashed repeatedly across his body, each strike landing with a heavy thud.

Of course, this was only to be expected. After all, anyone confident enough to break into the Chang Clan’s city had to be a formidable force, the kind that even the grand formation couldn’t trap. Such a powerhouse would naturally be stronger than the head of the Chang tribe—it was no wonder their attacks were so hard to withstand.

Qin Yan took the lead. On the Spurs’ bench, everyone stood and applauded Whiteside, cheering him on. They could see that Bosh was in outstanding form, but they didn’t believe their big man would lose. Whiteside was merely affected by the Finals atmosphere and hadn’t quite relaxed yet.

Both Infinity and the Emperor’s Weapon paid close attention to Su Yuan’s actions... Abandoning a conflict of such significance here just to kill a Michael? It seemed utterly pointless—yet, in the next moment, Infinity and the Emperor’s Weapon understood.

“You’ll regret this—clang, clang, clang, clang!” Chang Fei produced a beautifully wrapped gift box, with a ribbon embroidered with the words “Saratoga.”

But there was something odd: Popovich didn’t offer any guidance. He simply stood to the side with his arms folded, never adjusting the tactics for those two, as if the An’an TV team intended for them to find their own rhythm.