Chapter 54: The End of Fortune Approaches

Lu Fei and Jiang Meijia, accompanied by their company staff, drove two business vehicles aimlessly along the road. The atmosphere in both cars was heavy and silent. The employees were quietly speculating about the relationship between Lu Fei and Jiang Meijia, while Jiang Meijia was preoccupied with plans for starting a new company.

“Let’s stop here,” Lu Fei suddenly ordered, halting the vehicles.

Jiang Meijia responded, her thoughts tangled. The importance of the emperor might not seem significant to the common folk, but after all, he was the Son of Heaven of the Han dynasty; with the emperor present, only then could Cao Cao claim the authority to recruit talent.

Jiang Chen, unwilling to waste words on such people, strode forward with his sword drawn. Seeing Jiang Chen fall for his trap, the man’s lips curled into a disdainful smile.

Dao Xuan sneered, “I didn’t expect that after so many years of neglect, my junior brother’s cultivation would still be so profound!” As he spoke, Dao Xuan’s robes billowed; he reached beneath them and drew out an ancient sword.

“Mr. Marco Delagic, you are truly an extraordinary man,” Dachi praised sincerely. Though the eggs were fake, they had at least fulfilled her brief wish. With this thought, the cat gazed lovingly at the two furry eggs between her legs, marveling at how people of the interstellar age had managed such a feat—these simulated cat eggs could vibrate with their owner’s thoughts, virtually indistinguishable from the real thing.

Seeing this, the cat said nothing further. After all, though the prey was within reach, it couldn’t partake, and it felt no comfort in that.

In less than a few seconds, all the apostles in front of He Chen had turned to ashes.

The next day, the formerly unconscious cubs all woke up, bewildered by the events that had transpired.

Given these circumstances—and the deaths of those sacrificed humans—there was truly no turning back for themselves or the Shadow Cult.

Xiahou Dun understood he was no match for Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun was not only steadfast and brave, but his loyalty was legendary, and his mastery of the Dragon Courage Silver Spear was unmatched.

“Prepare to die!” With a thunder of iron hooves, thousands of cavalry swept forward. Gong Du’s face twisted into a snarl; as soon as they broke into the enemy camp, the cavalry would spell doom for these infantry.

Second Brother told her to stay behind. She was afraid, yet deep down, she felt a secret joy—happy that she could finally help her brothers, not merely bask in their love and care with nothing to give in return.

Huo Tiankui admitted defeat. Perhaps only a fool would fail to see he was holding back.

Xie Ke was admirable in every way except for the burden of too many worries in her heart. Everyone simply took what they needed from each other. Did the naive girl truly believe that Qi Lu was so charming that anyone would comply just because he asked?

“This—this—why has Lord Zhao brought so many soldiers to his new post?” exclaimed the local gentry who had earlier muttered, “Even a mighty dragon can’t suppress the local snakes,” now shocked at the sight.

“Can’t I even die if I wish?” The Princess of Yicheng slumped to the ground and suddenly began to cry.

“No lights at any time. Once you’re up there, burn the supplies first, then shoot the surrounding enemies in the chaos!” Xu Huang commanded sternly.

He began to doubt who had assigned him to Stonbuch; perhaps it wasn’t even Le Luo, that cunning old fox, though he was nominally the president of the association.

Married for over three years, he still felt as if it were only yesterday. Regarding Xie Ke, he knew he could gaze at her for lifetimes and never tire. Half a year ago, he had gone to great lengths to take Xie Ke away from the capital. Unexpectedly, after a few months, he was to bring her back to the borderlands. For Xie Ke, Qi Lu’s heart was full of guilt.

Su Nan had some impression of Li Meijiao’s parents; in their hometown, they ran a restaurant on the upper tier of the soil grade, and as he recalled, business was always good.

Another piece of information flooded into Soro’s mind, deepening his understanding of the rules of death yet again.