Chapter Sixty-Six

He Mian was urged by Su Yun to sit by the bar. He watched as Su Yun walked into the kitchen, her skirt fluttering lightly.

Soon, Su Yun emerged carrying two delicate plates, placing them before He Mian. He Mian straightened his back, his eyes shining as he stared intently at the cakes.

“Hungry, aren’t you?” Su Yun handed him a fork. “Go ahead, try it.”

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“Mr. Yue is truly extraordinary. To be honest with you, I am quite concerned about the matter regarding Sword Worship Manor.”

Almost as soon as Shao Ruxin finished speaking, Feng Yan retorted, her gaze flirtatious and dangerous as she looked at Shao Ruxin.

Half crawling, half dragging herself, she moved along, leaving a trail of blood-red flowers blooming behind her, the long streak reaching all the way to Shanglu’s side.

She had thought this man would be reasonable, but unexpectedly, he too proved arrogant and ignorant.

The store owner rushed outside, only to find that Xu Lun had already vanished into the crowds of Kabukicho.

The powers of Susanoo and Takemikazuchi were so similar—could it be possible that they were two sides of the same ancient god, two facets of one entity?

At the foot of the cliff, Shi Yang and Luo San plummeted rapidly. The closer they got to the bottom, the denser the surrounding mist became. Shi Yang glanced beside her—Luo San, who had just been clinging to her hand, now had let go, eyes tightly shut, unconscious at some point.

“I’m fine.” Mo Han Cheng rubbed his aching temples, closed his eyes to clear his mind, his voice hoarse.

Shen Qingrui had no intention of being polite; he reached out, grabbed Rong Xiang by the back of her collar, pulled her to his side, forcing her to curl up by his leg. Rong Xiang tried to resist, but Shen Qingrui gave her no chance.

It was obvious that Hart was truly angry, so much so that he didn’t even bother to hide the owner’s true identity.

Qi Xinyue smiled faintly, feeling it was only right—human nature and the teacher’s duty.

“Of course we have to go. After all, Japan is an extremely important overseas market for Happy Fish Balls. In short, the most important thing is not to suffer any grievances while abroad. Whether it’s you or anyone else, if you’re mine, nothing can go wrong,” Li Zhi shook his head and said.

Seven or eight strong men, armed with wooden sticks and spears, blocked Deng Houfang and Mo Xiaosheng’s way.

“Exactly! We need to find a real channel for the company to profit! Remember, those venture capital firms aren’t charitable organizations. If we want financing, they’ll do everything possible to squeeze us dry. Would you really let them control you and eventually hand over your goldmine for cheap?” Yi Yang raised a very practical concern.

“All right, I’ll tell you, but you must guarantee my family’s safety,” Gao Dekun said.

Back then, when he sent the bar’s surveillance footage to Zhang Lu for the trip to Yanjing, he hadn’t asked Yi Yang’s permission.

But some of the old-timers remembered clearly—Xiao Long never cared about this school, nor about the old white-haired man.

To describe it more abstractly, it was like a huge ocean bowl turned upside down, and a hole appeared in the “bottom” of the bowl. Outside that hole was the Pacific Ocean’s seabed.

Within ten minutes or so, relying on memory, Chai Hua managed to find the Citibank. Braking—using the rear brake and his foot, parking—he propped the bike against the wall in one motion, no need for any anti-theft lock. Chai Hua turned and headed straight for the lobby.

You arrived at just the right moment—the steel industry was showing signs of revival, and Li Tianyi’s reform proposals couldn’t have been more timely.

Shen Xia ran out clutching her phone, and sure enough, five luxury cars were parked outside, making for a truly impressive sight.