Chapter 17: Who Will Take Responsibility
“Mayor Wang, with Master Zhong here, I believe the elder will surely overcome this difficulty. I’m of no use here, so I’ll take my leave now.”
An elderly physician with a goatee bid farewell to the middle-aged man in formal attire beside him.
That middle-aged man was Wang Dashan, the mayor of Bianjing City. The departing physician was one of Bianjing’s foremost medical experts. His departure at this moment was partly due to...
The backstage relationship between Li Tianze and Chris Jericho hadn’t soured despite recent storylines; the two remained as close as ever. This time, Yang Erjie had personally participated in the discussion, intending to give Li Tianze a push.
Ye Jing looked at his parents, then at his three children and his wife, nodding to Ye Yaoke.
“We did agree just now, but what I want to ask is, how do we deal with them?” Ming Fei said bluntly.
As the fight dragged on, Dolph Ziggler recovered his strength. With his addition, the match became even more exciting and intense. In a three-way brawl, unless one could single-handedly defeat the other two, no one could suppress the others in plain view.
The referee asked both sides for their first contestants. Shield sent Dean Ambrose as their lead, while the opposing side’s starter was Truth Ron.
“Please come in.” Gong Yang, mimicking the posture of a hotel doorman, spoke with gentlemanly grace.
Most civilians had come to the square to collect supplies, so Zhou Chi had to redeem another two thousand supply bundles weighing a hundred kilograms each from the system store and placed them in the plaza.
Listeners tuning into the program didn’t find the long wait boring; all were on edge and listened intently, afraid to miss the next turn of events.
When Li Tianze pulled AJ up, a look of admiration flashed in AJ’s eyes, keenly caught by viewers watching the live broadcast.
As she spoke, her waterfall-like aquamarine hair swayed, accentuating her jade-like skin’s delicate softness. Fragrant breezes wafted around her, her luminous gauzy dress shimmering, the scent intoxicating, her beauty outshining flowers.
Turning hostile, according to the usual arrangement, the master of each craft should be able to clearly hear his own call. Why, after so long, is there still no response? Has something happened? Has he encountered unforeseen trouble?
Zhen Long certainly wouldn’t agree; he was waiting for Wu Bang to come pick him up for a trial. Last time, Wu Bang left saying he’d come today, but didn’t specify a time, so Zhen Long could only wait.
Luckily, a few CEO fans stepped in to help control the comments, managing to suppress things somewhat.
Mo Yinong shuffled and paced near the most conspicuous dark passage entrance, left foot a western step, right foot an eastern step, twisting and turning as she dawdled.
At the end, Li Yingxue widened her eyes at him, looking as if this were all perfectly natural.
In this village, everyone—adventurers and residents alike—must be cleansed before true control can be claimed.
“Your imitation, your performance is flawless. You can already fool my eyes. I want to know, why did you do this?” Step by step approaching, Zuo Youqian dared not provoke the other.
In this situation, she didn’t know whether to attempt to lift the spell on the two fish with her magic, or to give up and return home, leaving the fish to suffer in the dry place.
If her body had recovered and she weren’t confined to a wheelchair, she would have spun around on the spot.
Xi Zhan inhaled the scent of the person in his arms, his palm gently kneading the other’s waist. Feeling Rong Lang’s body tense, then slowly relax, a smile flashed in his eyes.
Still, no one spoke. Alexander folded up Paul’s frame, packed it in a box, and carried it. The five stopped a military vehicle about to enter the city and rushed inside.