Chapter 132: The Power Behind the Scenes

Qin Dong soon met his father, Qin Qian’an.

“What exactly happened with that case?”

Qin Qian’an wore an expression of deep disappointment, as if frustrated by Qin Dong’s repeated missteps. He had once held great expectations for his son, but recently Qin Dong’s decisions had been one blunder after another.

Qin Dong no longer dared to be arrogant. He recounted the entire story of the poisoning of Dong Yue’s mother in detail.

The poison had originally been provided by Han Chuchu, and...

When Li San passed through the city gate, he noticed a notice pasted on the wall: urgently recruiting two bodyguards, destination Bright City, salary negotiable, contact XXXXX.

“Damn it, that cursed ninjutsu,” Tang Feng cursed under his breath. This particular ninjutsu was actually a stolen technique derived from the Five Elements Escape in Chinese elemental studies.

Watching the towering men in black fall one after another before him, their cries of pain and pleas for mercy filled the air relentlessly.

Wang Ling forced a sheepish smile, then ran to the beach to wash the purple dye from his hair and the paint from his face. He then activated his dream-level transformation, reverting back to his original male form. Though he still wore a shoulder-baring shirt and denim shorts, he looked like a flat-chested crossdresser.

The Wind Dragon’s Rift tore through the sea, stirring hundreds of meters deep, swirling into a vortex. From the whirlpool, the Judicator assassin flew out, opening his mouth to unleash a blast of blue-white freezing air, solidifying a vast expanse of ocean into an icy wasteland.

Suddenly, an irresistible force struck him, and cold sweat broke out across his brow. His arm felt as if it might snap; the pain was so intense he almost cried out.

Status: Unbound. This item can only be used after being bound to its designated user.

In the end, the southern-style boxing practitioner gained the upper hand, decisively defeating the northern Shaolin disciple. The northern Shaolin, though furious, could do nothing—after all, their opponent’s fists were simply harder.

This can, originally packed in a large bag on the motorcycle, had been blasted out by the shockwave just moments ago.

With a cold smile, Jiang Nan finished speaking, then curled the corner of his mouth at Bao Ning before turning to leave.

Though he spoke thus, Tai Yuema kicked Fang Yue in the chest, sending her flying backward again. Landing with caution, he fixed his gaze on her without making another move.

A chill settled in Jiang Cheng’s heart. Elder Sun, as a Western Courtyard elder, was at least an eight-star Martial Spirit Realm master. Even a normal soul pressure from him was hard for Jiang Cheng to endure.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng had just been expelled from the family, which thrilled them beyond measure.

Once the price was announced, the second-floor private rooms remained indifferent, but the first-floor audience sat in a deathly silence. Within minutes, the chatter and noise erupted and spread throughout the auction hall.

In the Long Guard’s headquarters, all the red emergency lights signaling urgent danger suddenly lit up, jolting everyone awake.

From the black clouds, a portion of the Bone Kites broke away, pursuing the group led by Wei. The remaining Bone Kites shrank back into the darkness of the clouds.

At the center of the vortex, a gaunt figure of a youth was faintly visible. Now, Liu Mo’s skin was stained blood red, making him look like a blood demon—truly terrifying.

Seeing this scene, Wu Cheng’s anger surged. Clutching his chest with his right arm, resentment swirled within him as he spat another mouthful of fresh blood, his aura withering to its extreme.

Yet the talisman paper was already stuck to his chest; no matter how he tore at it with both arms, it would not come off.

Huishan had no idea how the old host was struck by lightning—perhaps pushed out by the mob chanting sutras to ‘transform’ his charred corpse, or maybe he had chosen the same escape route and was struck by lightning.

Gu Zhaoan looked at Gu Zhaoxi’s delighted face and silently agreed with Zuo Fei’s assessment. Zuo Fei was right—Gu Zhaoxi was truly someone you couldn’t help but like.