Chapter 53: The Dance Partner Has Run Away

“Who are you waiting for?” Hua Cheng’s eyes were full of disappointment, though he tried to maintain his composure.

“She’s probably waiting for me.”

Qian Lai turned at the sound of the voice. Standing out in the crowd was Qiao Muting, tall and imposing at six foot two. Clearly, he had taken extra care with his appearance—his black suit was sharply tailored, unmistakably a bespoke piece from one of the old shops in the capital. The crisp shoulder lines accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, making his figure appear even more striking. There was a natural, restrained strength in the way he carried himself.

His hair was perfectly styled.

Beside him, Su Rou’er’s eyes widened in surprise. She had only ever heard of such things in rumors—an unlimited credit line worth hundreds of millions. Normally, she didn’t consider herself an imaginative person, yet in this moment, her mind ran wild with possibilities.

Yet, this person had unapologetically turned away the entire Jiang City Chamber of Commerce, not even bothering to grant them an audience.

As Robin spoke, he turned the car onto a country road. With the streetlights gone, darkness closed in around them.

Boss Yao was a seasoned lottery player. When the official shops didn’t offer football bets, he’d placed wagers through friends in Macao. He spoke so authoritatively that even the lottery shop owner served him tea.

If Fenrir hadn’t lost to Jiang Yiran earlier, they would never have agreed to give up half of the Dragon Burial Valley’s territory.

Jiang Han had prepared thoroughly before coming to the Kong family, using the authority of the Night Patrol Division’s elders to dispatch a team of Night Patrol envoys, just in case the Kong family acted out of desperation.

Powered by energy cells, Han Yang’s painstakingly developed new-generation ion thruster finally roared to life, emitting a faint red glow.

I read this section with great care, since I still had three million in dirty money to get rid of—the longer it stayed in my hands, the more likely it was to be discovered.

Wang Chao took a deep drag on his cigarette. The glowing red heat sink on his back was ejected by the cooling mechanism, arcing to the ground.

Li Xu felt a bit self-conscious in front of Chen Zheng; after all, he still needed to look for a job after graduation, while Chen Zheng was already a billionaire entrepreneur.

The greenish face suddenly turned ghastly and terrifying, eyes lowered, deep wrinkles appearing across its features.

He looked over each person inside the palanquin—his expression one that no one had ever seen on Huang Dazhuang’s face before.

As for Xiao Zichu, he was one of the ten great kings under the God of War’s command and did not dare show any disrespect to this sword.

Xie Yuan misunderstood, thinking Mu Chengye was jealous, and immediately lowered her head, apologizing sincerely. “Honestly, I think your magic isn’t as strong as Huarong’s. If you try to chase after her, you’ll probably get hurt. I didn’t mean to interrupt your moment together—sorry, so sorry!” With that, she turned to leave.

A faint anxiety gnawed at her heart. This was only the early stage, and she already felt so uncomfortable; how would she cope in a few months when her belly grew larger?

Because Gu Han rarely stayed at the Gu residence, Lin Wan had no idea that he never ate breakfast at home.

Lin Si studied the two people before her—so alike in appearance—and suddenly understood: they were twins.

“No need. I’m already happy just to be allowed to stay on the mountain. I don’t want to be some sword-inheriting disciple; I probably couldn’t handle such hard work,” Ye Li declined.

So Mu Wan Feng assigned the matter to Murong Ziyan, instructing him to detail their plans to Li Dongyang.

Da Ya was not an unreasonable person, and naturally wouldn’t take out her anger on Qiao Junyi or the Qiao family. Otherwise, how could they have reached this win-win situation? A generous heart brings its own rewards.

“Guards! Investigate! Who brought this wine? Who brought the cups? Who poured it?” Dongfang Chen smacked the armrest of his chair, glaring furiously at those below. The room fell silent—every minister sat frozen in place, every servant knelt trembling in fear.

Baili Tianchang kept his eyes closed, savoring the sensation as he laid his fingers gently on the black swallowtail butterfly, attuned to everything around him.