Chapter 42: They Have Powerful Backers

As soon as the three of them entered the alley, they heard someone shouting, “Old Zhang, you’ve really got some nerve. This is Boss Tang’s turf, and you dare steal his business.”

Whoosh—a roll of nonwoven fabric was thrown out from inside the courtyard. Qian Lai’s heart tightened at the sight—could it be the batch she’d ordered?

“Boss Tang’s turf? We’ve been running this little factory in the southern district for five or six years now. Back then, Boss Tang hadn’t even come to Xin City yet! He’s just bullying us because he can.”

The moment these words were spoken, Emperor Longqing was caught in a dilemma. After all, using square bricks to build a dam was unprecedented, and no one could guarantee how things would turn out. Although Shen Chongming had repeatedly submitted memorials, assuring him of absolute confidence, Emperor Longqing still harbored worries.

Next, a pure white light shot from Yue Meier’s eyes, piercing into the blood-red blade.

The thin letter paper had grown even softer from Chang Jiuyou’s frequent handling, with one corner already slightly torn.

Chen Xiao was a clever man. When Shen Chongming instructed him to seek out Xiong Dabiao, he immediately guessed what Shen intended. It must be to deploy the remaining three thousand soldiers to supervise the battle. If the commanders of the garrisons defied orders this time, Lord Shen would show no mercy.

“I bid one hundred and ten million!” The crowd turned, only to see Yun Kong’s figure appear before them.

At the same time, Hua Xi collapsed to the ground, clutching the demonic mark on her neck, gasping for breath.

Her exclamation made several men in the training grounds freeze for a moment before realizing the young master had arrived.

Xia Yinghui had been very surprised at the time. She had never shared her innermost thoughts with anyone, yet somehow, her father, the emperor, knew.

“Don’t worry. I won’t do such a thing, nor will I make you kill for me,” Murong Xianglong said with a smile, thinking Huang Fei’s concerns somewhat excessive.

The host glanced at the honored guests, received a signal, and then left the stage to make way.

An Yutong tried to push off with her feet to jump down from Qin Leng’s arms, but it was no use.

Miyano Misaye was once again disappointed. She knelt on the ground, her posture awkward, her expression equally so.

After all, humans have been using fire for over ten thousand years, and the first thing they did with fire was barbecue.

The light was blinding on Hong Ni’s side, while over there, disciples from Jade Void, Tiantai Mountain, and Lower Red City were all being suppressed until their souls nearly shattered by the Ten Thousand Gods Diagram. If Fei Xu hadn’t held back, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

She envied his ability to withdraw so decisively from the maelstrom of power, to walk away so resolutely. She… couldn’t.

The orderly nearby couldn’t help but interject, “Commander, does Nurse Jin perhaps…” He didn’t finish, but his meaning was clear.

I asked Zhao Yiyang if he had that sap, and he said that ever since he found out about it, he’d been searching for it. It wasn’t easy to find—he’d asked quite a few people before spotting a patch, and then put a restriction on it so most people couldn’t see it.

When the two men heard Wang Zhongsan call out, their faces showed embarrassment. They wanted to leave but felt awkward about it. Wang Zhongsan invited them to sit at his table and called for the owner to bring more wine, dishes, and chopsticks.

Then he walked toward the men in black, utterly disdainful as he faced the “Vulture.” He didn’t speak, but offered a contemptuous fist salute as a sign of respect among warriors. Only by respecting one’s opponent is one worthy of crossing swords—such was the martial virtue passed down in their lineage.

Moreover, if Tianze wanted a spaceship, he could simply simulate one with the deduction function, then use energy to materialize it directly.

The wooden bird soared high in the sky, while the Four Envoys leapt and darted through the mountains, never letting up in their pursuit. Several times they nearly caught the wooden bird, but thanks to Dongmen Hongshan’s constant maneuvering, they never quite succeeded.