Volume 1, Chapter 24: The First Hegemony Tournament

At this moment, Zhou Rumei was tightly shielded behind Ye Fei; he did not want her to witness such a bloody scene.

"None of you touch me! I am a man of my word—if I say I’m going to die, I will die!" Old Master Zhou vowed resolutely.

Seeing this, Li Tai stopped rushing the siege. Taking advantage of the increasing number of Hu soldiers gathering, he ordered torches to be thrown over the walls. Chaos erupted inside, accompanied by the distinct, acrid smell of burning.

His well-proportioned physique, paired with a fair complexion and a hint of an untamed smile, gave him an air of arrogance and rebellion. Though not physically imposing, he wore his clothes with a neat, flawless precision.

However, she reconsidered; her father, mother, and eldest brother were all on her WeChat friends list. If she really posted something like that, she would likely have her legs broken when she got home.

"I won't let go." The beauty raised her body slightly, her dark eyes fixed intently on her for a long moment before she shook her head and pressed back down, rejecting An Xiaoxiao’s proposal with absolute firmness.

Faced with the terrifying demonic light, God did not dodge as before. Instead, looking down upon the ominous glow, He simply reached out a palm.

The second word had barely escaped her lips when An Xiaoxiao realized her mistake and immediately covered her mouth to prevent a third word from slipping out.

After all, even with the resources provided by Jiang Wu, it still took time to cultivate and refine those resources into actual strength.

There were many ways to make a microwave explode. Tossing a bomb inside might be the simplest, but also the most conspicuous method. "Death" would never do something so foolish; "Death" always used the most complex methods to erase any traces of their presence.

Ye Chenmeng did not drive; she took Lan Lichuan’s car to the Civil Affairs Bureau. He drove a Beijing Hyundai, which was nothing particularly extravagant, matching what her mother had said—save for his appearance and personality.

Si Junhao lowered his eyelids, concealing the violent emotions in his eyes. After calming himself, he smiled at Ai Mu.

At this moment, the Armored Giant Bear stopped trying to intercept Lu Fei, now realizing that this man was indeed its master’s younger brother.

"A fire—that is my plan," Yue Ming said, taking a sip of coffee and looking at Lin Xingchen with a relaxed expression.

Zhu Yingqi, sitting like an old monk in meditation, did not pick up on Bai Yi’s comment. Realizing he had been seen through, Bai Yi was in no hurry; they had been at this game for so long that if they didn't have some immunity, one would have to question the other's intelligence.

When the testimony reached the palace, it caused an immediate uproar. The Emperor was furious and urgently summoned Yi Guoru to the palace, ordering him to surrender his military command on the grounds of a lapse in virtue.

However, given the current state of the United States, even if Washington were resurrected, things would not improve much. Grover Cleveland had no way to lead the country out of the quagmire, so Benjamin Harrison’s true opportunity would only arrive in eight years. By then, Li Mu would certainly help Harrison achieve his dream.

Xin Zihan gradually closed in, frightening Yu Kexin into backing up two steps until her knees hit the edge of the bed, forcing her to stop.

The cheapest thing he could do was send her a photo, but to make matters worse, he had the nerve to write four words beneath it: "A match made in heaven."

Mu Changning felt her entire body go limp and weak, especially since Xu Jingli had increased the spiritual pressure within his sword intent, hoping to suppress her through their difference in rank.

It could not break free, yet the giant hand drew ever closer. The internal forces tangled more violently until they finally tore the space apart. Currents of spatial turbulence emerged, and the giant hand drifted into the rift.

He wanted a promotion and to leave this place as soon as possible. What could he rely on? Aside from spending money to find connections, the most presentable asset was his political achievements; he was desperate for them.

Sixi was speechless and could only pull a garment from his storage bag to offer him. But at that very moment, a cry of alarm came from afar.

Whether looking up or down, it felt like the gaping maw of a deep-sea beast, chilling one to the bone. The areas level with the circular platform were nothing but boundless chaos, where strands of Taoist principles swam like fish, interspersed with numerous candles.

Although his sleeping time had decreased, the quality of his sleep had improved. Upon waking, he felt refreshed and full of vitality.

Following this, he boarded a plane directly to Shenchuan City to find the headquarters of the Special Operations Group, Team C.

Wen Qingxiu’s joy froze in her heart. Could it be that His Majesty would not send her on errands? Were the rumors in the streets all nonsense, and was Li Dunian’s analysis baseless?

Seeing his brothers depart, Qin Hu slowly paced his way over to Sima Kong.

Jin Xianmin could leave, but Madam Jin Cao could not depart without cause; she could only force a smile and continue to play the hostess.

Victor immediately understood why Ramos had called him so early in the morning. At the same time, Victor was naturally very unhappy with Benitez’s evaluation of him. Then, he thought of the CD Benitez had given him, which he had left lying by the television set.