Chapter 61: The Factory Traitor

Qin Yu frowned at the result and said directly, "This isn't our ointment. There's no way the formula I created would have such a problem."

"But this is definitely produced by our factory, and we have no idea how many faulty patches have already been distributed. This ointment is used on the face; we can't afford to overlook this," Han Yingying said, visibly worried.

...

Bolong landed and immediately drew the short blade from his waist with his left hand; left hand short blade, right hand steel spike, he glared at the hunting dogs, still exuding an imposing aura.

Though these Imperial Guards were not here to lay blame, they showed no courtesy in their actions—regardless of rank, anyone entering the residence was immediately brought under control.

Li's mother frowned. Though she was reluctant to let Chen Lucky go so easily, she knew now was not the time to raise such concerns.

"Sir, you need a sword," Dill said in a deep voice. He tasted bitterness on his tongue, cold sweat dampened his palms, and his heart pounded as if it might burst from his chest.

"How long before His Majesty awakens?" the Empress asked, moving to stand beside the 'bed', looking at Emperor Ling Tian's pale face.

The giant axe was heavy; its weight was both an advantage and a drawback. Because it was heavy, its speed was slow; yet because of its weight, its power was immense.

Fairy Gu felt indignant. Her intelligence had always been exceptional—how could Su Qianchen, whose assets were perhaps only superficial, dare to ridicule her?

After the cool remarks, only a beautiful silhouette remained, followed by the sound of the bathroom door closing.

He Bi, having become suspicious, immediately began investigating the information linked to that number. The result was exactly as he had expected.

In midair, several objects with long fiery tails, resembling rocket launchers, suddenly streaked rapidly toward them.

If they failed, it would be a devastating blow for the eight who had endured so many days of hardship.

"So strong—even if not quite Imperial rank, he's probably only a step away," Mu Yi thought to himself.

So, I meant that much to her? She actually prepared so many instruments of torture for me. She really went to such lengths. I couldn't help but smile wryly at myself, closing my eyes to await the first lash.

Feeling the intense cold rushing toward them, several people instinctively shrank their necks; clearly, this abrupt shift between extremes was something they weren't yet accustomed to.

The conversation between Nightshade and Su Hu was brief, but at the same time, Wang Yuan's Lightning Commando team had whittled down their male trainees to fifteen. At this moment, they were undergoing armed cross-country drills. After all, Wang Yuan was the captain of the Wolf Fang Special Forces' elite squad, and his training methods were truly formidable.

"Hmph..." Seeing Vegeta finally unleash his power, Piccolo snorted lightly and smiled. With this level of strength, Gohan could handle him easily. Even if Gohan had never fought for real, Piccolo had often sparred with him during training.

Their status forbade them from approaching Shen Xiao and his group too closely, and the Prince and Princess spoke in soft voices, unlike the servants who chattered loudly. The two could barely make out what was being discussed and could only guess at random.

After all, Nian Nu'er was a spirit ghost by nature, born with divine powers to devour souls. Now she had merely awakened her abilities, and once she fully assimilated them, her strength would grow significantly.

When the moon had climbed high among the branches, I finally finished all the tasks he had assigned me today. By the time I returned to my room, my back ached and I was too exhausted to move.

Duan Jinrui, you have given me so many promises, and today, Liu Moyan wishes to make a promise to you—a promise that will last until the moment of death.