Chapter 108: Madam, the President Is Furious—We Can’t Hold Him Back

In truth, Su Qingli didn’t mean anything by it; she was simply overstuffed from eating! Moreover, she had no idea Di Yunshen was going to reprimand them.

Su Qingli wandered unsteadily along, clocked in with her phone upon reaching the company grounds, and only then went inside.

No sooner had she entered than she attracted a great deal of attention; the way those people looked at Su Qingli, their eyes nearly sparkled with golden stars! They wished they could dive straight into Team One that instant!

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Ye Ziyang was indeed a master among mortals—his hand conjured up shifting, enigmatic lights and shadows, swirling and floating. In an instant, he painted an abstract piece on Lin Xingchen’s back, one that no one could understand.

The billboard boldly displayed the event dates for Changfeng Grand Hotel, visible from several hundred meters away. Such an arrangement not only transformed the parking lot environment, but also served as promotion—a win-win situation.

Shen Mingjiang felt both aggrieved and furious seeing his fourth brother care more for a distant cousin’s son than for his own. Yet as a concubine’s child, he dared not voice his grievances against a legitimate brother; he simply ignored Shen Jun, never showing concern, only sending living expenses each month.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!” Dozens of crossbow bolts shot out in unison. Instantly, the bandits lounging lazily atop the two watchtowers and at the gate collapsed with cries; they did not die immediately, but writhed in agony on the ground.

Roars erupted; beneath him, his mount—the nine-headed lion—howled skyward with icy killing intent. But the previous Guiguzi soared in on his sword, descended from the heavens, and with a single strike, shattered six of the lion’s heads.

“What? How could this be?” Shui Yunke’s expression twitched, his face changing dramatically—he had never expected Qin Tian’s attack to be so ferocious, so overwhelmingly strong.

Nanny Wu, understanding at once, bowed and withdrew. She found someone to egg on Madam He, prompting her to charge to the front.

“Never mind, breaking through so naturally isn’t a bad thing!” Chu Xinghan took out a wild fruit and bit into it fiercely.

Though he did not know what had happened, nor what he was facing, Lin Xingchen’s heart had grown countless times more unyielding and resolute than it had been years before, as hard as rock. He roared and charged forward, but could not catch so much as a glimpse of his opponent.

Ye Suman, however, was well aware that certain parts of him were probably no longer usable; he knew exactly how great his own strength was.

Bai Xiumoon and her companions found no words to describe those hands: the skin was sallow like Maiya’s face, the backs marked with mottled scars and several faded wounds, rough as sandpaper to the touch.

He held a gleaming sword, his presence sharp and imposing; from his aura, it was clear his strength was formidable.

He, himself, had clearly shut off the surveillance—how had everything still been recorded? And clearly it was Zheng Yang’s own doing, yet from this angle, it looked as if he had pushed him down.

Linghu Ji also breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that Wang Mang would make exorbitant demands—if so, he would be caught between a rock and a hard place. As for the ten thousand stones from before, that was merely a ruse; Wang Mang would never settle for so little. His aim was to bargain, to minimize his losses as much as possible.

“Since you’re here, you might as well show yourself, Junior Brother Zhou.” Li Cheng surveyed the towering trees all around. It was utterly silent, but he spoke with certainty.

Li Chan was still talking to Geng Rui; Geng Rui glanced at Lin Tongtong, who was sitting off to the side, then walked over and said something she couldn’t hear, nor could she tell what Lin Tongtong replied.

“A Sword Without Trace.” Though this strike appeared effortless, it carried boundless force, crashing into the void and dissipating into nothingness.

At the same time, he would cultivate the fourth level of the Primordial Mountain and Sea Scripture, striving to break through within a set period.

“Is that so?” The man’s voice remained gentle and unhurried, calm and without the slightest trace of anger. Yet it made Ye Yuhan surrender immediately.