Chapter 116: Blood has been drawn...

At this moment.
Held tightly in Ouyang Junyan’s embrace, Fang Zhiyin felt that the fear she had just endured and the inexplicable pain of being slashed by a blade vanished in an instant.
Resting her head against the crook of his neck, she finally dared to weep unrestrainedly.
"Wuwuwu!" She cried in a disheveled and sorrowful manner.
He Qianqian despised nothing more than seeing others display their affection in front of her. She lunged forward instantly, knocking Ouyang Junyan aside. Then, she held a small knife to Fang Zhiyin’s throat, preventing Ouyang Junyan from drawing near. "Nobody come any closer! Or I’ll slit her throat!" she threatened viciously.
He Qianqian’s phone was still livestreaming, meaning that viewers across the country could watch through their screens.
Through the office glass window, Yao Guang saw Su Lingyin chatting and laughing with a tall, handsome man.
When they reached the end of the corridor and saw the scene in the underground hall, listening to the agonizing cries emanating from the surrounding rooms, both of them were stunned.
No one knew who had spread the word, but the once-glorious Dai family had suddenly become the punchline of commoners' conversations over tea.
For such a long time, the Oolong King had remained motionless, and Ning Zhe stopped paying attention. Monsters still roamed the world, but Ning Zhe alone could not deal with them. He knew that the current state of the world required a catalyst to change. Not knowing what that catalyst might be, he could only wait silently and let things take their course.
"Since Gu Qiaorong demanded that your father force you into a divorce, you are one of the involved parties. I think your father should tell you. Besides, Gu Qiaorong has now taken action that threatens your father’s safety; if I were your father, I wouldn't care about past sentiments anymore!" Li Dongming continued.
"Wait, may I ask, what exactly is the monthly protection fee?" Marcos asked.
Stepping across the golden ribbon of light, Feng Lin walked up to Jiang Li and smiled slightly, a look of embarrassment on his face.
His body trembled occasionally, emitting streaks of electric arcs that left his skin torn and bleeding, with clots of blood congealed by high heat and a faint smell of burning flesh.
Just then, Jiang Wuyah ordered someone to bring over a meal. A round table was set, and the dishes were served one by one—a lavish spread of fish, meat, spirits, beer, and staples.
I immediately called for Friday, then had Friday send a message to drive the savages outside to find the sturdiest trees.
Jing Yihuan took her phone, walked to an empty spot in the courtyard, and called her boss to ask for leave.
Sure enough, the tip of the arrow was wrapped in a layer of sheet metal in the shape of a cone, sharp and pointed, which significantly enhanced the arrow's lethality.
Having said this, the Fire Shadow glanced at the Wind Shadow’s right arm from the corner of his eye, then narrowed his eyes, lost in thought.
"Am I wrong?" The board member’s face was full of sarcasm, mocking Song Tiancheng with gleeful malice. The look in his eyes alone was enough to make Song Tiancheng’s heart ache.
This feeling was like the sense of loss one experiences when something they have grown accustomed to suddenly vanishes, though Wang Meng herself did not know what this feeling signified.
The two did not respond to the Fire Shadow’s words; instead, they cast one last look at Yingluo and Aiye before flicking their sleeves and leaving the Fire Shadow’s office.
But at this critical juncture, Jing Yihuan certainly could not tell her the truth. Besides, her mommy had instructed that it was not the right time to reveal it; once matters over there were settled, her mommy would find time to come and explain everything to Mother Li.
Bai Ru knew that Shen Yi doted on his younger sister most, and though she was helpless to watch Shen Yi leave the carriage, currying favor with his sister was a way to get closer to him.
I quietly looked at Xuechen; his brows were slightly furrowed, and it seemed he was thinking the same thing as I was. I felt it was time to find an opportunity to have a clear talk with Hu Wei, and perhaps this trip to Paris would be the perfect moment.
This palm strike had condensed the power of his entire life’s cultivation, its force as majestic as crashing waves and shattering heavens. However, the moment he unleashed the strike, he suddenly felt a fiercely violent force rushing in from the side. He immediately shifted his stance and met the newcomer. Bang, bang, bang—the two exchanged moves like lightning, parried several times, and then parted.