Volume One, Chapter 58: The Midnight Alarm (Part 5)

As the alarm clock emitted its incessant buzzing, my head still felt as heavy and thick as if it had been filled with wet mud, and I was so exhausted that I lacked even the strength to open my eyes.

Before his voice had fully faded, Zhan Huan received an affirmative reply from his teammate. At this point, he could finally be certain that choosing the route to the tower control room this trip was the right decision; the control room inside this hundred-meter-high tower was bound to be extremely interesting.

Your explanation sounds as though you are desperately trying to cover every single detail. Fortunately, Meng Bao'er had already explained quite a bit beforehand. Not only did you rattle on so much in one breath, but Luo Chen, who had just regained consciousness, was still not quite clear-headed enough to fully process and understand it all.

Yan Zheng forced himself to keep his composure; he simply could not ignore Chao'er's words. After all, she was his capable helper behind the scenes and the person he trusted most in the world.

However, before he could even loosen his grip, Su Li had already seized the moment to push her luck further.

Taking advantage of her husband stepping outside to make a phone call, Aunt Hu looked at Chu Ya on the bed with a heart full of anguish and a bitter sorrow she could share with no one.

Inside the car, the very next instant, Zhan Meng hurled herself into Zhan Huan's embrace, clinging to him desperately as she broke down in gut-wrenching sobs.

Before Bleeding could even blink, Zhebi Can flashed into view with a ferocious grin plastered across his face. His massive fist, accompanied by the oppressive howling of displaced air, smashed viciously toward Bleeding's head.

Luban No. 7 had not genuinely intended to leave; he had merely acted out of an impulsive desire to escape. Jolted back to reality by Su Lie's stern reprimand, he turned around and stared blankly at Su Lie. Even though Su Lie held countless grievances and resentments toward him, seeing that desolate, soul-lost expression and those slightly parted lips made his heart soften.

First, she lacked the necessary energy; second, bringing another child into the world meant shouldering an even heavier burden, and she was terrified she wouldn't be able to provide the child with a proper education.

The man in the darkness merged completely with the shadows. His gaze lingered on the kettle for a few seconds before shifting to Baili's retreating back.

With a slight exertion of his palm, Zixuan crushed Canxing's skull, reducing it to a mass of pulp before tossing it down the abyss, ending his life completely.

Though the spring water was crystal clear, its bottom remained entirely invisible. Yan Bing seemed utterly captivated by this pool, pacing back and forth along its edge as if he had discovered something remarkable.

This greatly shocked Han Yue. She finally spun around and checked her waist, yet found nothing there. The three people behind her all looked at her with bewildered expressions.

But why would Lord Xuanyuan tell him all of this? What on earth was he trying to imply? Zhang Cuishan gazed at Lord Xuanyuan with a trace of lingering doubt.

"Very well! Lord Allen, now that we have returned to Seth Town, let me take you to the Lord's Mansion to rest," Winnie said, her face brimming with eager anticipation.

Should the Blood Doctor ever discover that his younger brother, the general, had been liquidated, it would undoubtedly set off a storm of blood and slaughter.

Li Long raised his head without any warning, fixing a piercing gaze upon him. With the stern, grave expression of someone interrogating a criminal, he looked Xu Mo up and down, then paced back and forth in front of him with a withered, furrowed brow.

However, the next event that transpired made Xiang Ba fly into a towering rage: someone was peddling goods directly on Xiang Ba's turf, an act of defiance he could never tolerate.

In the soon-to-be-quieted night, a peculiar, multicolored light flickered within that mechanical heart.

With that, Li Buwang even spun around once in front of Zhang Haotian, as if trying to display something to him.

Although Zhou Yingying and the others treated him reasonably well, this fellow Moyi was always so icy and spoke in such a sarcastic, cryptic tone—was this really a suitable arrangement?

Though these two points were simple and straightforward enough, when combined, could one deduce that bizarre occurrences only took place in the southern district of the city? Or rather, that these incidents were happening in the southern district with a highly specific purpose?

At this moment, Moyi had not only regained his composure and concentration, but his heart was also burning with intense fury on account of the flower demon.