Volume One, Chapter 50: The Vanished Woman (29)

It wasn’t until the afternoon, just before we were about to leave, that Shi Bo arrived. I sighed, thinking to myself that overtime was inevitable.

“Then come with me!” Li Wan’er said noncommittally, dismissing Zheng Yu’s words with a hint of disdain. Sketching was the foundation of Western painting; anyone who studied art could draw a good sketch. In her eyes, Zheng Yu’s self-proclaimed skill was no more than that of a beginner. How good could he really be?

Seeing Wang Jian’s bullying demeanor, she, who had been timid before, surprisingly mustered some courage.

This was the tactic of Sarutobi Hiruzen. He hated the Sarutobi clan so much that he wished to annihilate them completely but was powerless, forced to endure in silence.

“Very well, prepare to face my second move: the Universe Claw.” As the voice of the Black Spirit echoed, his figure vanished once more before everyone’s eyes. This time, there was no sign of any energy fluctuations in the void.

What exactly was this demon seed? Others might not understand it at all, but he knew very well that this was something aimed directly at him.

“How do you know I’m not? These bodyguards all answer to me; I am the head of the family!” The voice of the Song matriarch grew louder, commanding without even showing anger.

“I’ll go first.” A second-grade alchemist in his fifties stepped forward, pressing his palm onto the stone, then continuously channeling his spiritual energy into it.

After nearly an hour of scorching with thunderfire, no more red gas emerged from the ancient jade-winged Azure Dragon’s body. Seeing this, Yang Fan immediately ceased the heating and summoned the thunder dragon’s spiritual form.

Not only did the audience below doubt him, even the judges behind the stage showed expressions of skepticism.

Amid a pile of stones, a dense crowd gathered, eagerly watching something with rapt attention.

In the back seat, Yan Junli and Li Hong exchanged glances, both showing worried expressions.

MI6 Sniper: “They’ve fled according to plan.” Clearly, their escape was anticipated, which was one reason MI6 had dispatched rookies.

“He trusts no one because he doesn’t even trust himself,” Zhou Mu pondered.

Many upstairs were leaders of their respective groups. While their overall performance during events was certainly commendable, few could match someone like Li Dong.

Back then, I had to stay steady. I lived in constant fear, barely sleeping each night, worried that the company might be ruined by him at any moment.

She had never offended anyone and was treated with utmost respect in the mansion. Who would dare harm her so?

If the chaotic beasts continued to advance, they would reach the heart of the Green Alliance territory. Fighting there, given the beasts’ terrifying destructive power, would cause unpredictable losses.

“Captain Yan! Should we still collect fingerprints from the deceased’s personal belongings?” a forensic officer nearby asked.

Zhou Xinti extended her slender fingers, revealing a sword half black and half white. Ecstatic, she sheathed the sword back into the Purple Mansion.

Moreover, the cold air penetrated the body, invading organs and meridians, causing great harm. Without timely treatment, it could lead to severe long-term consequences.

Hao Shuai glanced at Jiang Luo, feeling a bit guilty, as if he had stolen Jiang Luo’s position. He hurriedly spoke in his favor.

Unconsciously, half a jar of wine had disappeared. Mo Di felt a trace of intoxication, while Li Ben’s eyes stared blankly, his face darkening to purple. Night had fallen. The winter sunset cast a dim, yellowish light through the window of the side room from the west.