Volume One, Chapter 46: A Challenge Match?

Wang Guifang was so frightened that she hurried forward to support him, whispering in his ear, “This is Xuanxuan’s fiancé, Fu Che.”

Bai Qiao cursed as he stood up and spat on the ground, “Do you know who I am? I am her father! That means I’m also your father!”

As for Master Leng, Cheng Guo had absolute trust and confidence in him. Whatever Master Leng said, he would do with all his might, even if it meant risking his own life.

“What is this reckless behavior about!? Don’t you see there are guests here!? Someone, drag him out!” The Third Madam immediately darkened her face.

“Are you a member of the demonic cult? Or are you planning to help them?” No one present was foolish; Mi Yan’s words were clear—he was standing up for Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang.

Just as Yang Guoan was at a loss, good news arrived from the criminal investigation team—the target had been identified. He rushed to the police station, where an officer received him and handed over two sets of documents.

“Sleeping in the dorm? We took turns carrying you. When we couldn’t carry you anymore, we waited at the door for the study tour instructor. I didn’t expect it to be Lord Bai Feng,” said Xian’er.

Mu Mu was somewhat confused. “You saved her.” The only thing clear was that this Lord Bai was not as noble as his words suggested.

Zhen Wanting nodded with a playful smile, then stuck out her tongue at her father, Zhen Yunhu, seeming to feel guilty for earlier complaining to him about her mother secretly chatting with Yue Longtian.

The faint, dreamlike voice was like a fleeting evil melody, neither fully real nor imagined, lasting briefly before fading away. Yet the tone was still one of deadly urgency.

Upon hearing Luo Yan’s explanation, Ji Ting forced a dry laugh and nodded. Though she said “yes,” in her heart she cursed that detestable man. It wasn’t drunkenness! That scoundrel had used a spray to drug her. But since Yixuan concealed the truth, she had no choice but to follow the lie.

Meanwhile, the wooden staff in Teng Xiaoxiao’s hand radiated a deep red glow, swirling with fierce energy. Surrounded by dozens of shadow soldiers, she remained unyielding.

It was a feeling long missed: fully alert, ankles agile in the glide step with no hesitation, body completely under his control, and from there, able to command the entire scene.

After losing sight, my other senses became extraordinarily sharp. I smelled the minty scent of his body wash. That fragrance was comforting to be around, but so long as that person was Li Yi, I couldn’t relax. My nerves tightened as if stretched like a taut string.

Having said that, Su Meng helped me up and left. Her last words were undoubtedly a threat to Gong Yu, who indeed did not follow us.

Li Yi turned his head, and the blond man took advantage of his distraction, slashing at Li Yi’s arm with a knife before fleeing.

Ma Qiaoyan and Li Yi were truly alike; even their speech was peppered with coarse language, especially unpleasant to hear. I looked down at my cut wrist; the blood had already coagulated, no longer flowing. Perhaps because I had relaxed, I finally felt a faint sting.

Qian Yaling was struck to the core by my words, trembling with anger, her lips nearly twisted.

Moreover, just two days before Wang Zong’s death, due to some work disputes, Liu Liang had a fierce quarrel with him and even punched Wang Zong, knocking out his front tooth.

However, although Fuden’s strength was barely more than cannon fodder, it was still somewhat superior to Zhuang Yi’s.

Yu Jiuxu was silent for a moment, bit into the chestnut cake in her hand, then hesitated before nodding, though she said nothing.

If it were because they valued her abilities and wanted to promote her by finding roles, she could accept that. But now, helping her with donations—what was that about?