Chapter 103: The Fat Sea Is Not Simple

Qi Xiangmin paused for a moment before continuing, “We discovered that living with Wang Dahai is a female student from New University, named Qian Xiaozhen. She’s your cousin, isn’t she?”

It was evident that the police had already gathered a thorough understanding of the situation.

Qian Lai nodded.

“In Qian Xiaozhen’s file, there’s a recommendation letter for the worker-peasant-soldier university student program, issued by your mother’s hometown brigade. However, we found that Qian Xiaozhen has never been to Houfu Village, so the contents of the recommendation letter…”

Blade Tyrant took the Dragon-Slaying Blade, feeling a surge of powerful blade intent coursing up his arm and into his body. In that instant, his pupils contracted sharply, and astonishment colored his cheeks.

“Lord Zhongwan said she wishes to see you!” Ming Jiutai glanced at the Great Demon; the latter showed no reaction.

This grand hall, Luo Fan had never seen in any television drama or legend. It was called the Treasure Dawn Hall, incomparably vast—many times larger than any celestial palace he’d encountered along the way.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Luo Fan appeared, he established dominance over the entire Sunset Valley. Each strange creature was terrified, dreading being late and thus destroyed by this master who could swallow the sun.

What was wrong with this fellow? Why did he seem so excited to see them, like a weasel spotting chickens?

If she didn’t phrase it this way, would she have to explain to Guo Chengling that she was meticulously calculating so the supermarket could upgrade sooner? And not just now—this would likely be the case for quite some time in the future.

Mao Zhenhuang watched as the crippled Wang Changdu struggled to rise, inching towards the door step by step, barely managing to get up.

Descending the stairs, Lin Zhe passed the room next door, and his gaze, intentionally or not, glanced inside.

A unique spear in all heaven and earth, measuring thirteen feet, eight inches and four-tenths, weighing sixty-two pounds. The spear tip was forged from gold, and the shaft crafted of golden black iron.

Long Zhanyan ate pork knuckle and drank chicken soup, perhaps because Shangguan Lingyuan had been watching him for too long.

The residents nearby were utterly unaware of the environmental disaster; instead, they joyously fetched buckets and bamboo poles to catch fish. The lucky ones hauled in dozens of pounds.

Once the upper ranks of the pirate crew stabilized, the lower levels inevitably followed suit—especially since the Beasts were engaged in war with Wano Country. The conflict forced them to unite for survival, so despite their injuries and being confined to Onigashima, the Beasts Pirate Crew had not fractured.

To outsiders, their posture was simply too beautiful—so much so that it didn’t provoke jealousy or heartache from seeing couples display affection, but instead evoked a gentle sensation beneath one’s throat.

After the excitement faded, Shiraishi Rika dragged Yamamoto Ryoko back to her seat to study; her earlier claim about making Ryoko study at noon had not been an idle joke.

Because there was much to do today, Mulan hadn’t had time for dinner before coming here, so she had to settle for some pastries to stave off her hunger.

“You attack, I’ll harass!” With a wave, Nie Yu took out a pitch-black iron rod and immediately laid out the battle plan. With Ji Biyue watching outside, he couldn’t use all his tricks, but ambushing with a club was still within bounds.

But at this time, her man, Zhao Fang, had long been buried—reportedly, it was due to extorting someone’s electronic watch, which led to a grudge and revenge.

“So we increased patrols along both banks of the Yellow River. But you know, it was just such a coincidence—we saw you piloting the boat of the Seventeen Yellow River Pirates downstream. In the end, it was nothing but a misunderstanding,” Launode said.

It wasn’t that this method of acquisition was difficult, but it seemed almost unbelievably simple.

Fang Shi was thrown out, clutching his chest and coughing violently, spitting blood. His chest heaved, and his complexion was as pale as paper.

“Your sister—your sister, where did she go?” Though I’d already guessed the answer, I still couldn’t believe it; I still asked.