Volume One, Chapter 160: The Fisherman

After emerging from the underground shelter, Du Cheng, Chen Yue, and their group were led to an open-air plaza.

Here, they rendezvoused with Tu Tian and the others. Ms. Chu Fengyi also finally arrived at the scene, letting out a long sigh of relief upon seeing that everyone was safe and sound.

The group had no time to return to the reception guesthouse to pack their luggage; their immediate priority was to evacuate the Three-Different-Arts University campus, which had already been designated as a war zone.

"Where did that brat Qing run off to this time?" Chen Yue called out for everyone to board the vehicles while searching around for Mu Qing.

"Teacher Mu Qing said she had a bit of a stomachache, but she'll be right back," Mo De gave a dry cough, covering for that rascal...

"Do you... not feel even a shred of regret?!" Decassa clearly detested the calm tone of the emerald-green-haired elf. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing the words out through her clenched teeth.

After entering the website, the man did not do anything else, instead logging into an account on the top right corner of the page.

Blake was as calm and indifferent as usual, while Blue Nolay followed closely behind him with a buoyant expression.

Things had reached this point, yet they were unwilling to let the matter rest, so the leader fired another signal flare. Cuier had no desire to pay them any mind. The moment their defensive formation was shattered, she continued her charge straight toward Iris Flower Palace.

The lofty beams were crafted from superior red wood, with a gold-leaf-inscribed plaque hanging above—The Raging Billow Mercenary Corps.

The security guard carried the child into the sentry booth. The others got into Yang Guang's SUV, with Su Yin sitting on You Zishi's lap like a baby, and the vehicle drove off into the distance.

"Bang!" A bullet struck the leading foreign devil squarely just as they were preparing to resist.

"Brother Yang, I have an unbefitting request..." Su Yin voiced her thoughts on behalf of You Zishi.

Hearing this, Huang Zhong and everyone else realized that their lord was completely drunk at that moment, lacking only a couple more goblets of wine before falling into a deep, unconscious stupor.

Rather than calling it surprise, pleasant surprise would be a more fitting description. Previously, faced with the peerless treasure attack from Fairy Rainbow, even if he had a way to evade most of the damage, he would have been in a sorry state. After all, the might of that supreme treasure's strike was simply too immense for him to emerge completely unscathed.

If this past year was not merely due to Dong Zhanfeng's arrangements that prevented her from coming close to Nian Baiyang, but rather that Nian Baiyang had utilized this to throw a smoke bomb at Dong Zhanfeng, Peng Kaixi, and the others, then Nian Baiyang's mind was truly unfathomable.

Yet, amidst her confusion, there lingered an indescribable feeling deep within his heart, a sensation originating from the letter left by his mother. He wondered: since this trip to the Northeast was undertaken in accordance with his mother's wishes, could his current encounters and experiences also be a trap meticulously laid out by her?

"I can't tell for the moment either..." Zong Feng shook his head helplessly and handed the letter to Su Yan. Right now, he could only pin his hopes on Su Yan.

"Well, Brother Zong, have you made up your decision yet?" Seeing Zong Feng remain silent, Gao Peng spoke up and asked.

"Alright, let's sit in the courtyard then. Bring out a few of the house specialties and a bottle of wine," Qi Changguo said to Geng Zhi.

As for the chef... the rupture in his relationship with Sam was entirely instigated by a "casual" remark from Su Hao.

Indeed, the generalized map-wide attack covered a vast scope, and the momentum stirred up seemed exceptionally grand. Yet, precisely because it was so grandiose and boundless, it effectively amounted to saying nothing at all.

Past experiences had taught Su Hao that destroying an empire did not actually require all that much force. It only took a few greedy officials, and city walls that appeared majestic and sturdy would collapse in an instant like sandcastles on a beach.

Having disposed of those threats that no longer posed any danger, Ai Meng turned his gaze toward Lü Long. Lü Long was staring blankly at the carnage all around, completely paralyzed with fear. Suddenly sensing Ai Meng walking toward him, Lü Long was so frightened that he wet his pants.

Having spent two years in Dongjiang, Li Mufeng had a crystal-clear understanding of the political landscape there. He knew very well that if Wang Peng wanted to firmly plant his feet in Dongjiang, he had to have capable assistants.