Volume 1, Chapter 51: The Stock Market is a Enigma & Days of Heavy Snow

Having spent over a decade rolling around in the dust of brothels, the brothel keeper had long since honed a pair of discerning eyes. Seeing that Chu Xiangsi was dressed extraordinarily well and possessed an overwhelmingly peerless beauty even with only her eyes exposed, she knew instantly that her identity was by no means ordinary.

"Zheng Xiaoyue is also romantically entangled with a certain mafia boss abroad; investigating her is not easy." Nirvana blurted this out without realizing it.

Ceasing her stalemate, she switched her phone to silent, slipped it into her handbag, and then pulled the quilt up to tuck in Dosen.

To put it bluntly, nominally speaking, Tang Wei was the director and he was merely an actor, but in reality, the storyboard and script both originated from him, and most decisions followed his vision—after all, Tang Wei would not contradict him.

A single remark from Ji Xinliang instantly heightened Xiao Yan's vigilance. Ji Xinliang was right; one truly had to be on guard against others poisoning them.

Although Ji Yanmo had said that, Huo Yilan did not believe she could genuinely marry him. She had self-awareness; some people were simply beyond her reach, and she would never harbor unrealistic hopes. Regardless of the reason behind Ji Yanmo's proposal of a fake marriage, she would behave with absolute propriety until he terminated the cooperation.

Yet, what ironic amusement she felt was that, deep down, there was no pleasant surprise upon seeing him; there was only tension, unease, and an indescribable emotion flooding her heart. Originally, she had a bellyful of words to say to him, but at this moment, not a single syllable could escape. She could only stare dumbfounded as he approached, both of her palms slick with sweat.

The startled cries of Jingyun and Grandpa were still roaring in my ears. After being scraped by several branches protruding from the slope, I finally snapped back to my senses and frantically reached out to grab onto nearby obstacles.

Ji Anqi had been secretly watching from among the flowers, extremely worried that Ji Nuoxin might tell her uncle and aunt about how she had bullied her.

With that, I pulled Chu Ying along, intending to drag away the reluctant audience members who still wanted to stay and watch the drama.

Everyone was stunned—this was actually Flying Shadow. Having never met Flying Shadow before, Long Mingxin felt a twitch of shock upon recalling the combination attack just witnessed.

"The reason they are able to keep their composure is simply because the timing is not yet ripe, but they haven't idled away a single moment these past days." Xu Yuan stretched his limbs, looking exceptionally relaxed under the influence of a mild intoxication.

"Forget it! Then let's fight for it once more! Originally, I should have remained in the Nine Provinces, and the next step ought to have been to set things right, shatter the illusions, and return to our origin. But now, with a senior present, I can rest easy. If I can climb back to the peak in the future, I will fight for the Nine Provinces once again!" said the Ancestral God of Shennong.

After spending about ten minutes dealing with these nocturnal ambushers, they finally approached the camp.

"Since you all have come, you might as well come in and have a chat!" The moment these people arrived, Lu Yi and Yang Baitian naturally sensed them. Lu Yi said in a clear, resonant voice while drinking.

Long Mingxin thought: There's no point in wasting words with this fellow. "Tell me who your boss is." Before Long Mingxin could finish asking, Lake bit his own tongue and committed suicide.

At this point, the entire Illusory Mercenary Corps had lost its relaxed atmosphere, all wearing expressions as if facing a formidable enemy. The casualties among their comrades had made them like startled birds, terrified that they would be the next to die.

When the thick fog parted, a towering peak piercing straight into the clouds came into everyone's view.

Long Mingxin watched as the giant screen spun continuously, his heart filled with considerable nervousness.

Bai Ya looked dejected, because throughout the three months starting from April, he had always believed everyone was good friends.

Of the many martial arts experts who came to probe his background only to be met with his fierce counterattack, Ye Meng was completely oblivious, merely sensing that the auras of certain individuals had suddenly become somewhat chaotic.

I believe that whether for a company like Hualong Venture Capital or an investor like Zeng Jiandong, time is money and time is efficiency. No one dislikes higher work efficiency.

However, from the fierce glint flashing in Blood Dog's eyes and the murderous aura rising from his body, Mo Xiaosheng could tell that Blood Dog's nonchalance was merely feigned; he was already prepared to fight to the death.

This crevice was very narrow, only about three centimeters wide, but extremely deep, obviously hacked out by someone wielding a furious blade.

Seeing that happy events were near, a heavy stone in Director Lin's heart finally landed. What saddened him, however, was that right on the eve of the wedding, an incident occurred that completely overturned the trajectory of his life: Lin Lili had actually been dating another man and was caught red-handed on the spot by the elders of the Lin family.

The prison did provide medical treatment for such accidental injuries, but the prison guards utterly despised these inmates and gave orders on the spot: It was already the middle of the night, so they could go to the hospital the next day.

Not knowing what Han Shaoxun intended to do, Ye Yaoyao felt her arm, which was linked through his, tremble slightly.

Suddenly, a sharp sword pierced straight into Sheng Chen's back, penetrating his heart directly.

In the span of just a few days, leaders from various factions had all arrived. They were destined to refine their plans and deploy them, and everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.

Han Mingchao looked at Li Xu for a moment, then told him to find a duck-tongue cap, change his trench coat into a cheaper, trendier jacket, and put on torn jeans.

However, she figured there certainly wouldn't be any newspapers, because how could her father allow a newspaper to appear in her office? To hide a newspaper, it would definitely be kept far out of her sight; there was no way he would let her see it.

He remembered that there used to be an organization that specialized in taking in these disabled people and training them in assassination methods. Back then, that organization successfully assassinated numerous leaders and wealthy merchants before finally being eradicated by a U.S. special forces unit.