Volume 1, Chapter 27: Limited Edition Su Wen — The Mature Style

Su Wen unwrapped the parcel and locked herself in her room, refusing entry to everyone, including little Xiaoyan.

Thud, thud, thud! Before long, a series of muffled sounds erupted from the water pod, followed by a stream of exasperated cursing.

After several clashes, it was clear that Ye Qing held the upper hand. The only strength the two-tailed white fox had left to resist was its indomitable spirit, but now, infected by the Tier 1 zombie virus, even that inner defiance was being gradually worn away.

In just a few minutes, the fifty-two nuclear warheads in Silo 94 vanished into the sky.

Gu Wei gradually began to understand, and his gaze toward Jiang Feng turned respectful; sometimes, the more foolish and innocent a person is, the more worthy of respect they become.

A detached voice rang out, and as the figure suddenly appeared on the screen, the crowd’s cheers came to an abrupt halt.

"You are too kind, Director Tian. In truth, the fact that the patient is fine can only be attributed to a miracle. However, do not celebrate too soon; due to the severity of the burns, the patient is not yet entirely out of danger. We must see if they develop any infections or other complications over the next two days," Fang Jing cautioned, managing expectations.

Because of this, the venerable elder had slumbered for a century or two, only waking up a hundred years ago.

Ultimately, she handed the GPS tracker to Zheng Wan and prepared to lead the remaining eighteen hundred or so super-powered individuals in an evacuation from the eco-park.

"Auntie, don't stand on ceremony with him; he has plenty of money," Qiao Qiao said, feigning anger while feeling delighted inside.

The ten wolf-headed bodyguards were struck as if by a heavy blow to the chest; they collapsed one after another, coughing up blood, their machetes clattering to the ground, no longer able to be wielded.

Skuld let out a sound of surprise. Her threads of fate, which even intermediate gods could not easily sever, had been cut by Miles, who had not yet even awakened. How could she not be astonished?

Although the gunfire was frequent and sounded imposing, the bullets were mostly wide of the mark, causing no actual harm.

She was roughly thirty-one or thirty-two years old, sporting a wavy hairstyle, dressed in a black dress with red trim, and carrying a leather handbag.

In the past, Hu Weiyong had studied under Li Shanchang and treated him with the devotion of a son. When Li suffered from leg pain for a time, Hu would come over daily to massage them, often staying overnight at the estate if it grew too late.

Down the line, being able to do things for Tanaka Aki would help alleviate some of the guilt he felt for being so well-cared for by him.

"Dissipate? You actually let these heroic spirits just dissipate like that? That is monstrous!" As a Chinese man, Han Feng expressed his intense indignation upon hearing that the spirits of his ancestors had been wiped out in such a manner.

Those were all dusty memories from over two years ago; who was right or wrong no longer mattered. Now, the seven of them bore a new mission: today, either Gao Fei would die, or they would perish.

When he met the victim, she was covered in tears. Yang Hu told her not to be agitated and simply to tell him what had happened, assuring her that since he had come to her, he would certainly see justice served.

However, the landlord Liu’s family had frequently lost property over the years, and the authorities could never identify the culprit, leaving the couple cursing daily at home and living in misery. Little did they know that this was merely a minor punishment from the Shadow Guards; by the time Ma Xiuying found the time to deal with them, it would be too late for them even to cry.

"I'm sorry, I was impatient," Mei Xiaoxia said with an apologetic smile, though she immediately followed up with several more specific questions that made Wang Fen’s head ache.