Chapter 151: The Chaos Begins to Unfold

“Hey, boss, you’re not joking, right...” Wang Hai stood on the steps at the entrance of the underground passage, swallowing nervously as he looked down, his voice trembling slightly.

“This has nothing to do with us. Remember our mission: grab the stuff and get out at full speed.” Tall and burly, Tong Qiu lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.

He flicked the cigarette butt and the still-smoking ash onto the street, then closed his eyes as if savoring the smoky swirl inside him.

“It’s done!” came the hoarse, excited voice of Ma Lei through the earpiece, accompanied by the scraping sound of a chair being moved.

“I won’t miss it,” Mo Lin assured confidently, patting his chest. Though he had trained with Zhu Pingman for only a day, Mo Lin felt it was very effective. An instinct told him Zhu Pingman was a capable man, someone who might truly change his destiny.

Fortunately, as long as the effect of the Heavenly Divine Blade remained, the innate Taiyi essence flames could be extinguished and regenerated at will. For the time being, those four dark demons could not break free with magic, and even when the blade’s power faded, their magical energy would likely be nearly depleted.

A surge of wild joy spread through Wang Yilong’s heart as he lifted his head and laughed heartily: “I’ve finally become a true rich man.”

“Yang Li possesses some unknown power and severely injured Mo Lin. The wound hasn’t healed, possibly poisoned,” Luo Qianqian said.

We lay on the kang and chatted a while before falling asleep. I was the first to wake the next morning, still lying on the kang, feeling a faint disdain for that sly old weasel.

Seeing Gu Xishui’s consent, Ming Xin hurried out. After a long while, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. Gu Xishui kept her eyes fixed at the entrance, curious to see what kind of person Zilan Qi was introducing to Tianjia. At that moment, she didn’t notice Zilong’s gaze also lingering at the door, filled with anticipation.

“Everyone, get ready. Once you’re geared up, the team battle begins,” a magnetic voice whispered into my ear—dark as twilight yet clear, enchanting beyond words. A person with such a voice must be remarkable.

The five had originally thought Xiang Yu would, like other ascended beings, show great respect and perhaps even proactively or subtly honor them.

“I...” Chen Xiao was at a loss for words, unsure how to explain. Now, any explanation felt like a beastly act.

“If there’s anything you need, please just say so. I, Dang Dang, will do my utmost to serve you,” Dang Dang said earnestly.

Dressed like that at the highest-level banquet in Hanzhou City, Jiang Yiran still didn’t know how to respond to Xiao Lin.

Perhaps it was this very attitude that allowed them to present a masterpiece to the world, leaving behind the ironic contrast of “the five-person masterpiece Dyson Sphere, and the hundred-billion factory’s ten consecutive draws.”

“I don’t need your approval; a 180-degree bow and an apology will suffice,” Chu Fan said coldly.

So the person who called earlier might very well be an aide to that important figure, meaning he couldn’t be too casual.

Who knew, with his mouth full, he hadn’t spoken clearly, and landlady Wang misheard, thinking Xiao Lin said no.

Once the mission was accomplished, if anyone opposed the master marrying the queen, they would fight to the bitter end.

Even against a fool, the initiation technique could instantly transform them into a learned scholar, instantly mastering knowledge.

“Well, that’s it. You want me to surrender? How about a match?” Lu Renjia had long seen through this person’s tricks and naturally intended to toy with him a bit.

“If during the Chunin Exam, the Sound Ninja infiltrated Konoha under the guise of the exam to bide their time and cause chaos...

So Jiang Yiran and Xiao Lin maintained a straightforward, no-nonsense relationship, occasionally provoking each other for no reason.”