Chapter 28: The Empress Dowager and Her Body-Double Lover 28

"Lord Wan, Wei He knows you are a woman."

Wan Jingyu was struck with alarm, nearly biting her own tongue.

Hua Yue curled her lips and continued, "You must have noticed it too, haven't you? He fancies you, Miss... Wan?"

She sneered, chin tilted slightly upward, her expression mocking and cold.

Wan Jingyu’s mind raced as she recalled the time they had spent together, and her expression grew increasingly troubled. She bit the tip of her tongue, struggling to keep her composure.

Tang Yi made the call personally to notify Xia Ningliao. Xia Ningliao answered and indicated that she would set off this evening.

"Very well, very well. Old Wei, President Li, please continue your discussion; taking care of business is what matters most!" Hearing the gravity in Wei Huayong’s tone, Zhou Mingchun immediately ended the call. Having served in the Third Planetary Fleet, he was a military man by trade and understood the principles of operational security.

"Once you are one of my own, your enemies become my enemies, and I shall naturally help you avenge them," Sang Jinse added.

However, of course, you must also prepare yourself mentally. The Maoshan Holy Land is, after all, a supreme power, so even with your innate Daoist body, there is no guarantee you will be able to join them.

Because of the island's isolation, ten helicopters arrive every week from the outside world, ferrying supplies to sustain the lives of those living there.

This remark, heavy with helplessness, struck a chord in Father Han’s heart. He paused for a moment at the door of the hospital room.

He climbed into a taxi. The driver, recognizing Zhan Musi, was thrilled and asked for an autograph. He did not refuse, happily indulging the driver’s request.

Zun Tianyue was an expert in the power of space and possessed an ancient spatial artifact with vast capacity for storing objects.

Luo Xuechen had lived in the coastal regions for three years; having him was far better than being completely blind to the situation. He was indeed a great help.

Yet, they did not know that for the past several decades, nearly thirty percent of the Zhen God Tribe’s resources had been funneled into building and training their military.

Quite coincidentally, rain began to fall over the capital city. The threads of rain were silent yet tangible, effectively masking his movements.

Shi Sha, sitting to the side, frowned. She felt that the boss should not sell so many "heavy" weapons; the more they sold, the greater the threat to the Great Apocalypse Financial Development Company in the future.

With no other choice, after leaving a few more jars of fine wine for his good brother, the Blood Demon King, Xiao Long bid him farewell, though he also left the second Everlasting Lamp with the King.

In this life, aside from briefly showing off his talent for being a playboy in front of the ill-fated Butler Zhou, he had never again had the chance to play such a role. Walking down the streets of Danzhou Port, some were kind to him, others were respectful, but no one dared to provoke him.

"Can the past be compared to the present? I was a jerk before, but now I truly, sincerely want to be your friend," Li Zhi said with a bitter smile.

Ye Meng felt a slight tremor in his heart; he had not expected the title of "Number One in the World" to be so terrifying, burying countless heroes in its wake.

Hearing Li Zhi say he intended to transport all the slaves out of the slave market, Black Heart Queen could not help but frown. She understood the operating rules of the slave market far better than any outsider.

By this time, there were few people left on Silk Market Street. Everyone had ducked into the nearby shops, watching the sudden, cinematic sequence of events with a mix of terror and excitement. In the blink of an eye, the two clashes had concluded.

The bone-chilling river water made both of them shiver, clearing their minds instantly. But what followed left them staring at one another in pale, bewildered shock.

Suddenly, the sound of a motorcycle engine roared to life. The man with the cold, sinister voice, who had been the first to be knocked down, abandoned his subordinates entirely, resolutely starting his motorcycle to make his escape.

"Brother, mind if I take this seat?" Link said politely, not waiting for Cain to agree before pulling out a chair and sitting down. After all, this was a restaurant, not someone’s private home; sitting anywhere was their freedom, and no one could stop them.