Volume 1, Chapter 27: No One Will Help Her

Ruan Liuzheng was blindfolded and taken away. The hairpin in her hair was torn off, her disheveled black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes were red, tears staining her clothes.

"Who are you? Let me go!"

Zhuang Bufan’s furious roar echoed through the air. He still remembered the judgment the Atomic Warrior had passed on him.

Only Mr. Owl fell silent once again. For some reason, whenever he faced this group of people, the frequency and duration of his silences increased noticeably.

The Lion’s Roar technique bore a striking resemblance to the Three Wonders Divine Wind once wielded by the Yellow Wind Demon. Both were area-effect skills; if one kept a distance, speed could help evade them. But up close, no matter how skilled the footwork, it was useless.

Perhaps he should trust Sister Qingyu’s judgment. Despite exuding an aura that warned strangers to keep their distance, he was unusually protective of Qingyu, whom he had only recently met.

In the temporary restoration base prepared for the Cybertronians, the personnel manager gradually communicated with them, noting their specialties. Slowly, he began to envision suitable roles for these Autobots, though they might not be assigned to the same department.

Xiao Chen pursed his lips in thought. The Yong’an forces were already thinly spread. Even knowing Ye Zhichu’s attack was a feint, Yong’an had to commit all its strength. Now, with an unexpected enemy force appearing, Yong’an was vulnerable and sure to collapse at the first strike.

Gazing at the storm brewing ahead, Xiao Chen sighed helplessly. This time, he truly had no solution left.

“What’s the mission here?” Alice asked directly, without any intention of arguing.

“He said you insisted on dragging him to find Shangguan Furong. He tried to break free, and in the scuffle, didn’t notice you fell down the stairs,” Lu Qing explained softly.

Trapped in the net, the giant python writhed and hissed, but it couldn’t escape. The more it struggled, the more its body was scorched and refined by the pale blue flames.

When he emerged, he saw Shangguan Furong lying on her side on the bed, her curves delicate and graceful, her posture modest, a hint of shyness lingering in her eyes.

Ye Tingjie was playing chess with Yun Mu Tian. His mind was preoccupied with Yun Shu, causing him to lose several games.

Another figure was completely different—ferocious and terrifying, with a black face, ghostly horns, eight arms, and four heads. Blood trickled from its mouth, chilling anyone who looked upon it.

“Just tell him plainly that someone else is already in your heart. Tell him to stop wasting his efforts,” Han Yang advised.

The dissipation of male hormones allowed Jiang Rui to regain control of her mind. Although when pinned down her mind had gone blank, she could still clearly sense the sincerity in his tone.

Hua Min was not a staff member and couldn’t enter the venue. She could only watch the live broadcast, waiting for the incident to unfold.

As the saying goes, where there’s smoke, there’s fire. The rumors outside had become so outrageous that there had to be some truth behind them.

Mu Qiuyue hadn’t finished eating yet and felt a bit nervous. She coughed twice, almost choking, and was about to carry her tray over.

“Heavy Gunner” Taishan used to fight in underground boxing matches, though no one knew exactly which circuit he belonged to.

He silently vowed not to let this matter slip out. But even if he did, no one would believe it.

The senior elder of the Jun family squinted, sensing a strange aura swirling around Chu Ziqing’s body.

“You…” Han Jiaren despondently discovered that the SIM card had been removed by that bastard; without the card, she couldn’t make calls or contact the outside world.

Now, having secured a good position and the chance to fight alongside her brother-in-law to conquer the world, she never expected Wang Ning to quit halfway and leave behind a mess for her to clean up.