Chapter 89: Swindling Money?

“My husband is not someone you can threaten,” Jin Ming declared, striking the bodyguard with a palm. The guard merely staggered back a single step. Jin Ming’s strength was now vastly different from before; with Qin Yu’s repeated help, he had surpassed ordinary men. For this bodyguard to withstand his blow and only step back once, it was clear his strength was equally unfathomable.

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“Xuanqing, I admit you’re impressive, but unfortunately for you, you’ve encountered me. That means you have no chance at all. I suggest you surrender now,” the Phantom Ghost said.

In contrast, Leng Yunfeng’s relaxed, careless demeanor seemed to dismiss Tang Xinyi entirely, which only fueled Tang Xinyi’s anger and thoroughly awakened her competitive spirit.

“Haha, it’s a deal. But since it’s a wager, shouldn’t we raise the stakes a bit for excitement?” Gong Jian said with a smile.

Listening to Liu Yifei shriek wildly inside the amusement park, Lin Yuan stood by her side, offering constant encouragement.

“I will go! I will definitely go!” Master Yi interjected with his half-baked Mandarin.

Jungle combat, when you can’t locate the enemy, is a terrifying situation. All are special forces—if the enemy is hiding, it’s not out of fear.

“So what, you’re not giving me any face at all?” Li Erniu, with his stubborn temper, was annoyed to see Leng Yunfeng refuse outright without any room for negotiation.

“Hello, my name is Zhuo Yifan—extraordinary by name and nature. Let’s look out for each other from now on,” Zhuo Yifan quickly ran over to introduce himself.

We sat down in the most secluded corner. The spot was so hidden that no one would notice unless they looked carefully—a perfect place to talk in private.

His tone left no room for doubt. The young man, son of a business tycoon, was momentarily stunned by Meng Lin’s words; his mind snapped to attention, and he immediately fell silent.

Only by letting go can one find peace. If you never let go, there is no hope—your whole life will be spent in endless recollection and despair.

Aizalo began to chant ancient, obscure spells, immense magical energy gathering around him. Even with his abilities, the way his tightly-gripped staff trembled betrayed how taxing this spell was to release.

“Miss, please calm down! Miss…” Dr. Xu was startled by Zhou Xiao’s sudden emotional outburst; no matter how she kicked and hit him, he could only comfort her repeatedly, not daring to let go.

“Tingyu, is Solitude really coming?” Chen Nan, sweating profusely as he ate, kept on sucking at his food.

The bald man hurried to explain—this operation was told to no one except his most trusted men. How could word have gotten out?

Wang Xiaoyan ran her fingers through her hair before spreading out a plastic sheet. Enduring pain in his arms and legs, Wang Zi’an took clothes from a white woven bag and laid them neatly on the plastic. Beside them sat Sister Liu, who sold hairpins, earrings, and bracelets. Her skin was dark—she was a local from Dongchuan, living in a rural area near the East Gate.

No one would forgive him; most people are not in the habit of forgiveness, especially when facing collective anger.

The King of Yan took advantage of the chaos, nocking an arrow and drawing his bow while Tie Qiongying fought desperately. With this shot, he intended to end Tie Qiongying’s life—the enemy he feared most, the general he hated most, his first and greatest rival.

Bai Liufeng appeared from behind at some point, the wind lightly caressing his fair face.

The Fifth Prince’s eyes filled with pain as he said, “I’m sorry, Huiyi. That night… Fifth Brother drank too much flower wine at the brothel, trying to entrap Jingrong. When I returned, I drank with you again… When I awoke, I realized nothing could ever be undone.”