Chapter 67 Surgery

Fang Zhixu hung up the phone, changed his clothes, and drove straight to the villa in the East City District.
Mother Jiang's expression changed the moment she saw Fang Zhixu.
"Where is Zhao Baitong?" Fang Zhixu searched up and down, but found no sign of her.
Mother Jiang leaned against the doorframe, stammering, "M-Miss Zhao, isn't she with you?"
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"Pardon me, gentlemen, I was tied up with preparations and couldn't come to greet you personally." Number Five bowed deeply, expressing his apologies.
A mere few words like these were enough to drive any nation into a frenzy. For the sake of face and intelligence, regardless of who the adversary was, the two sides would inevitably clash with tremendous hostility.
Afterward, he slammed the shovel he was holding hard into the ground. A cloud of dirt flew up, which, coupled with his gloomy expression, made him look exceptionally ferocious.
Ten thousand paths of golden light. Hundreds of millions of sharp arrows, without dropping a single one and without leaving a single remnant, were all swallowed up completely.
After saying that, he sat down before Zhao Zilong and reached into his pocket as if searching for identification documents.
Qin Xiao had actually been depressed for a long time. Damn it, everyone was actually announcing the monetary value of their gifts! Who gives gifts like that? To top it all off, the least expensive gift was thirty thousand taels of gold! Even the old man's jadeite was only worth thirty thousand taels. How could he possibly bring himself to present something like this?
Members of Hellfire began to appear within the crosshairs of the MP5. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a cruel smile emerged on his face, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
While Dong Lianzhu was still digesting the meaning of Zhao Zilong's words, Zhao Zilong was already sitting on the bed, untying his shoelaces.
Qin Xiao felt that he was not far from the second stage of the Extreme Zen Martial Realm! With a single punch, he shattered the tranquility of the deep ravine, creating a massive depression ahead. Hard mountain rocks tumbled down and were crushed into fine powder.
The cultivator wreathed in billowing black smoke was an elderly man of seventy or eighty with white hair. His complexion was refined, giving him the appearance of a Daoist immortal, and he wore a wide, flowing robe. At this moment, he released his spiritual sense to probe the cluster of white mist surrounding the area.
The field mouse had reached the Hundred Battles Realm, stepping out of the category of ordinary members, and was promptly relocated from the regular residential area to an independent courtyard, vastly improving his living conditions.
"Considering you are a junior, leave immediately, and I can let bygones be bygones." Since he had not yet found Yang Fan, Xiao Yunxuan had no desire to escalate matters over an irrelevant person.
"It is indeed better than a living person, but that does not mean she actually is one." Hu Boqiu shook his head inwardly.
"That's how things are, which is why I came here." The Scorpion explained with a gloomy expression, a vicious glint flashing endlessly in his eyes—clearly harboring a deep-seated hatred for the Green Demon that Black Snake had transformed into.
"Slap!" A sound came from behind him. Without even looking, Sun Yan knew it was that biochemical ghost that had leaped into mid-air to ambush him.
"Big sister, how much is this thing?" Xu Yang asked, holding up a pitch-black object with some green patches on it. Of course, the main point was that it was quite ugly and truly unremarkable sitting over there.
"Priest Tulei, can you tell me the name of your ancestors?" Gu Fan's heart stirred. He wondered if the ancestors of the priestly lineage belonged to the same era as Tian Chenzi.
However, the arrival of the Demon God's emissary ultimately exerted a certain pressure on him. This pressure stemmed from inner anxiety. As long as his sister remained unrescued for a single day, this anxiety would never vanish.
"Hello!" Xu Yang greeted. The person coming up was an old man, followed by two others carrying a covered bronze tripod measuring at least half a meter across. Goodness, that was a big one! With just a single glance, Xu Yang formed an accurate judgment of the item: fake, a counterfeit! As fake as something could possibly be.
There was actually nothing much to this matter. The year before last, a neighboring lord went to war with the territory of Wu Tu. Yet when Wu Tu investigated the intelligence, he discovered nothing out of the ordinary; even that lord himself claimed it was merely an accident.