Volume One, Chapter 28: Harassed in the Workplace

Chen Xiaoli, who had been looking smug just a moment ago, was startled into a jolt, her eyes widening instantly. "What?!"

"Master Celestial," Helian Rong said, abandoning her usual playfulness and addressing Mo Wuwen with solemn formality, "according to the map, the island should be just ahead."

With the players currently on break and the club's transfer business largely concluded, Yun Sheng’s primary task was to devise tactics for the new season. Riquelme’s arrival was timely; Yun Sheng spent time discussing his vision for the club’s future while exchanging ideas on team tactics with the Argentine genius.

Without waiting to see who the visitor was, Seryu had already reached her conclusion and stepped outside to welcome them.

The palace examination, which should have been an exhilarating event, now left them feeling anxious and deeply regretful. Would their current appearance be considered a breach of decorum? If the Emperor were to see them like this, would he punish them for it?

The invisible July chariot carried Zhou Yang, Jill, and Alfonso as it soared into the sky, heading toward the Sky Town Flight Control Center.

Yuan Shao paused for a moment before saying, "Yesterday, news arrived that the Emperor's uncle, Dong Cheng, had been executed by Cao Cao for treason. Furthermore, Yuan Shu of Huainan... was defeated by Liu Bei and committed suicide, and the Imperial Seal has fallen into Cao Cao's hands." As he spoke, he scrutinized Liu He closely, eager to see his reaction.

Yet, despite all precautions, someone was still stirring up trouble, and they had managed to rope in the Empress's father, Zhang Guoji. Had it not been for Empress Zhang Yan reporting it, Zhu Youxiao would truly have been kept in the dark.

The two spent the entire day wandering, and in the afternoon, they found an authentic restaurant in the Imperial City for dinner. The atmosphere was elegant, setting it apart from ordinary eateries.

The entire Purge Agency was operating at full capacity. A clattering sound echoed from above as guide rails dragged supplies through the various rooms, while steam billowed at the end of the corridor, where the Original Sin Armor knelt on one knee.

Whether it was medical services, health supplement sales, or the luxury goods sector, everything was built upon the medical legend created by Yun Sheng.

Dongfang Haoyang felt a bit helpless; his sister and this distant cousin of his seemed fundamentally incompatible, perpetually locked in dispute.

"Out with the old, in with the new? Isn't that how it goes? Could it be... that the secret lies in reversing it?" Ye Zhen scratched his head. Pondering such questions was truly not something a genius like him was meant for. Alas, Ye Zhen was capable of anything, was he really to be defeated by this?

I dared not lower my guard, keeping my eyes fixed firmly on the courtyard gate, terrified that a straggler might slip through and harm us.

The Mozambique family was said to be one of the wealthiest in the Grituk Continent, with assets enough to purchase half the region.

The multitude of violent wolves began to claw at the Wraith Blood Orbs within the pool, desperate to seize the power within and evolve into the Demon race. Qi Xuanyi and the others avoided the endless slaughter; the blood-red aura spreading everywhere would only attract more wolves.

Mr. Huang first led everyone to the most upscale hotel in the area to drop off their luggage, then proceeded to the long-delayed welcoming banquet.

Wherever this creature passed, nothing remained; everything—be it sand, stone, brick, tile, or steel—was utterly destroyed.

Ming Lou had not anticipated this outcome. He had not expected Wang Tianfeng to be saved by Ming Fan during the "Deadly Intercept" operation. Every silver lining had its cloud; the downside was that Ming Fan had gone to Chongqing. Had he gone to Beiping, Wang Tianfeng’s suspicious nature and familiarity with Ming Fan would never have allowed him to be so at ease.

"Four stone steles." The group could see them clearly, standing just thirty feet ahead. Yet, though they could see the monuments, they remained unable to make out the characters inscribed upon them. The compression of space had distorted their vision.