Volume 1, Chapter 132: Hijacked

Lu Cheng had been in meetings all morning. The end of the year was always busy, and having just dismissed two department heads, the new directors wouldn't arrive until tomorrow. Although he didn't need to handle every minor detail, he still had to step in for all the major decisions.

Though the image was blurry, the audience could still make out the general shape through the hazy outlines. After a momentary pause, the massive, iridescent beetle made a sharp turn and gave chase to Zou Chuan.

Hearing this, Yang Xin turned back and saw the metallic figure sprinting toward the protective shield.

After loading the beehive, Huo Jun bought a few wild chickens before leaving, claiming a guest had asked him to pick them up.

As soon as Liao Bi saw the look on his Brother Ye’s face, he fell silent, hanging his head like a child who had done something wrong.

Returning to the courtyard, Liu Junhao didn't remain idle; he picked up a sieve and went to the chicken coop to collect eggs. With the fine, sunny weather, the hens were reliably laying an egg every single day.

Naturally, regarding the issue of Shan Zai’s parents, after consulting with his brother-in-law Shan Zai, his father and mother decided on a strategy of cold detachment: they would send wedding invitations, but it would be up to the parents themselves to decide whether or not to attend their son's wedding.

The officers marched onto the battlefield with a resolve to die, facing wave after wave of Qing forces. Every drop of blood they shed would buy precious time for those behind them, and in the end, they would stain this yellow earth with their blood and rest here forever.

"What kind of thing is that to say? Can't I call you if there isn't any business?" Xu Yang’s dissatisfied voice came through the other end of the line.

"Hey, even if I’m not a looker, you don’t have to stay so far away from me, do you?" The "Kwon-ah" Kim Taeyeon referred to was Jo Kwon, the leader of 2AM, known in variety shows as a master of eccentricity; he immediately feigned a look of arrogant melancholy.

Hearing the promises made by Hu Liu and Wang Zhi, some among the hundred or so men who had left the city were moved. Dozens of soldiers swarmed out, rushing alongside Hu Liuzi toward Guan Yu.

"Wow, no way! Is he on something? How can he run so fast?" said a typical descendant of Hua Tuo.

Under the Wushang Wuqin tree, the Ghost King asked Princess Xingyue about the terrible Gu Chao—his ambitions, his strange origins, and his invincible martial prowess.

As soon as school let out at noon, Ling Tai and Xu Ming hopped into a Honda Odyssey business van dispatched by the Heavenly Business Center at the school gate and headed straight for the Heavenly Company.

"What else could I do? Should I cry my eyes out? There must be people laughing at me right now. The more miserable I am, the happier he will be. Why would I give him that?" Chen Luo said.

"I have some news—not exactly bad, but not exactly good either, Erik." Thaddeus Stanton sat at the private bar in Erik Prince's home, watching as Prince selected a bottle of red wine, opened it himself, and poured it into a decanter.

With lightning surging around his body, ferocious dragons seemed ready to manifest. Suddenly, he raised his hand, and a purple lightning dragon rapidly took shape, soaring and coiling as if it were a living creature.

He wasn't worried that the two old men would be able to tell the difference between the two types of incense. The aged incense and Tang Yun’s new blend were nearly identical in scent; the only difference was that the delicate fragrance of the new batch lasted longer and its effects were slightly better. These were internal qualities, and even a professional could not distinguish them if they weren't compared side by side.

"Yes, Sect Master!" You Ji nodded slowly, her hands moving continuously as she exerted all her power to drive the "Dragon-Trapping Barrier." She couldn't help but glance toward Qinglong, and she was immediately struck with horror: the beam of light formed by the Divine Sword Art of Controlling Thunder was clearly visible, striking down toward Qinglong with a power that seemed capable of splitting the heavens.