Volume One, Chapter 105: The Game—A Single Finger as a Keepsake

When Wen Hua received the call from Wen Xu, he was in the midst of a heated session in bed.

At over fifty years of age, he was still remarkably vigorous; having failed to raise his eldest son well, he was determined to have another.

When the phone rang the first time, he hung up without a moment’s hesitation.

His broad palm landed on the woman’s firm, rounded buttocks with a sharp smack. "Keep moving."

"Brother Tianye, what seal? Where is there a seal?" Seeing the last two strangers depart, Fu Yu Ranqing finally voiced the doubt that had been weighing on her heart.

He had arranged this himself, letting the server come in to check the situation so that if anything went wrong from the start, it would be easily discovered.

It could be said that if it weren’t for the time constraints, most alchemists would never use such a method.

As Wei Chen walked along, lost in thought, he turned his head and was startled to find Yan Su standing right beside him, wearing that peculiar smile. He immediately took several long strides to distance himself.

Outside, the sun was shining, and the late autumn sky was a brilliant, deep blue. Taking in a breath of the crisp air felt refreshing. Gao Yuan strolled beneath the golden ginkgo trees with Feng Yuan, as romantic as any pair of lovers.

Although the Zhao Group was not the wealthiest in Chuzhou City, it was easily among the top ten.

Aside from the few natural niter deposits, the substance could only be obtained by scraping "earth frost" from damp corners, toilets, or pigsty mud, then filtering and purifying it.

After carefully scanning the painting of the mountain hermit with his spiritual sense, he discovered hidden writing; the artist must have deliberately inscribed it on the back of the silk, making it invisible once the piece was mounted.

Though this statement was sincere, it carried a hint of trying to wheedle more wine, as it had already been said many times over.

He had not expected this young man to be so profoundly disappointing. Traditional Chinese medicine was a national quintessence, and herbal medicine a national treasure; every practitioner should treat them with a serious and earnest heart. The young man’s words were, to him, infuriating.

Brother Hu was well-acquainted with the abandoned factory, but as it was already night, the place was shrouded in darkness. As he walked, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and his pace slowed instinctively.

Not to be outdone, Ji Ru pulled another paper packet from her bag. She opened it to reveal the photos she had been using to blackmail Zhu Nong.

Having applied to an undergraduate program only to be accepted by a vocational college, Zhu Nong and his friends could not accept this cruel reality. The villa fell into an immediate, heavy silence.

"Order the troops to pull back from their positions in alternating waves." Fu Zhongfang could no longer heed the theater command’s instructions to avoid alerting the enemy; saving the troops was the only priority now.

"Very well. Tomorrow morning, I will use a honey trap to test him." Wang Nana was full of confidence and anticipation.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Qianjin scratched the back of his head vigorously, as if struggling to recall something from the last century.

Fortunately, the Wei family had been well-prepared, renting the two large estates adjacent to Cai Yong’s residence to provide him space to entertain guests. It was clear the Wei family’s arrangements were remarkably thoughtful.

If this were truly the case, it would be even more troublesome; evidence was required. That was something that could no longer be resolved by a few teachers chatting in an office.

The sky had turned completely dark, and they needed to take action to ensure their own safety. If the enemy would not strike first, they would have to take the initiative.

"We don't need your arrangements! We will only accept service from Zhu Zhu. If you can't accommodate that, bring your manager here!" The customers in the private room spoke in unison, clamoring to see Zhu Zhu.

As night fell, two dark figures slipped silently into the Duke Qiao estate, heading straight for Qiao Xinran’s courtyard.