Chapter 31: Accountabilities

Mu Anyan remained silent. Although his eyes appeared calm, they churned with turbulent depths. He felt a tremor of trepidation, fearing what might emerge from her lips.

Yet, seeing the girl so listless, he could not bring himself to refuse her.

Finally, he gave a soft hum of acknowledgment and sat down beside her.

Jiang Mugui did not speak immediately, but instead picked up her chopsticks to eat the noodles he had prepared for her.

Considering...

In an instant, Luo Yu’s status within the entire expeditionary force shifted. This change did not need to be voiced; it was a transformation that occurred subtly and imperceptibly.

"Nicolas Flamel? I can't remember where I've seen that name before," Harry Potter said, sitting in the common room and studying the matter with Ron Weasley.

Do you not recall how the Grand Princess, who appeared perfectly normal before, caused Sui Yu to panic uncontrollably the moment she revealed a hint of her hound-kin bloodline?

It had begun. The entire Golden Gate Bridge was ripped from its foundations and severed at the waist. Magneto channeled his magnetic powers to use half of the bridge’s deck as a flying carpet, carrying his army of mutants toward Alcatraz Island.

Li Qing was instantly filled with disappointment. The mere thought that two divine artifacts had fallen into the hands of the Moon Elves made his teeth ache with frustration.

"You guessed right, I am indeed not clever enough to argue with you," Baludi sneered. She was no hot-blooded youngster who would lose her head or fall for a provocation the moment things got difficult.

At this moment, with the Joyous Zen Method at his disposal and having lived quite happily of late, Sui Yu’s internal energy reserves were exceptionally high.

"Mr. Judge, mind your position. If you mislead the jury again, I will file an appeal and challenge your fitness to serve as Minister for Magic," Luo Yu said, pointing a finger at Fudge.

The patients in beds A, B, and C were clearly Dr. Hugo’s latest results. Agent 47 investigated the backgrounds of the three patients and discovered that Dr. Hugo’s eye for selecting targets was ruthlessly precise.

She chose to skip that part and began to introduce the situation at the Soaring Dragon Hall, taking care to keep the explanation brief.

The black giant’s fist, wreathed in dark light, collided with the blood-red palm print. Although the energy unleashed by both sides was terrifying, as it dissipated into the void, it was as if objects had fallen into a black hole, vanishing into nothingness.

On her way back, Xia Fangyuan happened to pass by the base of the Gong Corporation building, where she was forced to stop for a red light.

Hearing Taozi’s voice, Xie Lili knew she could no longer hide. Yet, a sliver of hope remained in her heart; she refused to believe the Black Flood Dragon Gang had lost just like that. After all, the Black Flood Dragon was so powerful, and the gang had so many men—how could they possibly be defeated?

Xi Xiangnan and his apprentice had operated in secret for years, yet they had come up empty-handed. Desperate, he risked exposing his secret by using the excuse of wanting to take on more disciples to scour the Kingdom of Chechi for youths with spiritual roots, hoping to use his "Soul-Bewitching Technique" to uncover Chen Hao’s whereabouts.

Xia Feng was not stingy when it came to his cavalry. For officers at the rank of lieutenant and above, in addition to their own preferred weapons, Xia Feng had issued each of them a Japanese sword captured from the pirates.

Huang Zhong came from a merchant family. To improve his social standing, he had once served seven years in the military as a low-ranking officer. Later, following his father’s death, he returned home to manage the family business. He had learned much about the Protectorate Army by now and knew that an infantry regiment consisted of three thousand men; the extent of Xia Feng’s trust in him was self-evident.

Cao Cao had not expected that he, currently unknown, would be so highly regarded by such an expert as Xia Feng’s master. His heart swelled with grand ambitions, and he felt as though he had found a kindred spirit.

Hua Qiangu looked at Bai Zihua with cold eyes, her chest heaving. The rage in her heart grew, yet tears fell uncontrollably—tears of heartbreak.

Xiao Binglan finally came to her senses, hurried behind him, and rushed out of the hall, diving into a passageway.