Chapter 49: Taken Away by the Police

It's Xiao Li!

“Xiao Li, you nearly scared the soul out of me.” Faced with the complaint, Xiao Li gave an honest, silly chuckle. “Come on, make it up to me. Tell me, who is this young lady?”

Xiao Li glanced into the room, then looked at Qian Lai, as if deeply troubled. “She’s an old friend of the Chief’s.”

“Not just an ordinary friend, right?”

“I don’t know anything, sister-in-law. Oh, no, Comrade Qian, you’d better ask the Chief yourself.”

Mu Liunian understood her meaning. Originally, he intended to leave her hanging a bit longer, but seeing the gravity in her eyes, he realized that for them to take such a risk tonight, it must be for something of utmost importance.

Yet if they couldn’t find it themselves, their lives would be no different from real refugees.

Taking a deep breath, the youth in green struggled to steady his emotions, further restraining his sword. But from beginning to end, his right hand remained behind his back.

Both of them were deeply worried about He Qing’s safety. Although He Qing was unharmed for now, they could only watch as one of the tomb robbers aimed a pistol at him.

In fact, Qianxia had also wondered: why couldn’t the Prince of Changping simply expel Concubine Mei from the manor? Since he loathed her so much and had no real affection for her, and now that Mu Liunian had recovered and Mei Consort was gone, what else was there to hesitate over?

Even if he couldn’t keep constant watch, the other party certainly had forces on Death Star.

Rong Zhen had no desire to stir up trouble at such a time; she still wished to help Rong Li ascend. If the two nations went to war, Dalì might not have much chance of victory. That’s why she ultimately didn’t insist on killing Xiao Yuexiang.

Qianxia’s heart was filled with frustration, yet there was nothing she could do. If she couldn’t sort out her own affairs, who else could she rely on?

Pacing irritably around the room, Wang Cheng shot a glance at Yan Ji, whose face remained calm, then slowly sat back in the main seat.

At the very least, he hadn’t been sent to die on the battlefield, nor had anyone tried to suppress him there.

“Father, it was Young Master Mei who saved us again. He killed all those men,” Xiao Ran said to his father.

The relationships within the old OMG team were tangled beyond belief—so complicated that the Umbrella Emperor could only act as a lubricant to keep the team functioning smoothly.

Before the words had even faded, a leg suddenly swept out, kicking the man who’d spoken flat to the ground.

“If this sword hangs endlessly over their heads, then all Confucians under heaven are in an extremely passive position!” Song Manqiu exclaimed in shock.

The teleportation had already lit up earlier; Barrel and Clockwork rushed over at once, and Titan, tanking the tower to the limit, could only die with regret as rookie’s Q finished him off.

Having found the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, Qin Guan examined it—an advanced magic weapon, very impressive. If it couldn’t be modified, Qin Guan thought it would suit Thunder Absolute Sword just fine.

Everyone gritted their teeth, fists clenched tight, wishing they could wipe out all those British opportunists to vent their burning rage.

The lake was clear as crystal, surrounded on all sides by steep mountains, as if some giant had cleaved the range in two. Sailing through it felt like drifting in a celestial paradise.

The mysterious enemy wielded muskets and cannons of astonishing power—more formidable than any he had ever seen, even surpassing the breech-loading rifles he’d bought from English merchants.

The eldest brother had already suppressed the enemy, keeping them pinned under their own defense tower. The opponents played it timid, seldom daring to farm, just waiting for the minion wave beneath their tower; there was nothing else the eldest brother could do.

“This Fragrant Pavilion has an enormous background. Its reputation in Greenleaf City, where my Wan family has taken root, is immense. Yet even so, my family has never managed to uncover its secrets,” Wan Wujin remarked in a low voice, clearly aware of Yun Ying’s subtle, sweeping glance.

Though both Pei Yibai and she had their share of scandals, the outside world still regarded them as a respectful couple. But no one understood how bad things really were between them—no one except the assistant who always stayed by her side. No wonder she was so anxious all the time.