Chapter 76: Pleading for Mercy

Jia Changkong stood at the end of the red carpet, waiting for Lu Fei to approach him. Nearby, cameras clicked incessantly, full of pomp and circumstance.

“Mr. Lu, congratulations, congratulations,” he said warmly as Lu Fei drew closer, shaking his hand enthusiastically before inviting him into the restaurant.

The interior of the restaurant had been rearranged and looked nothing like it had the previous day; everything was transformed...

“Did you really think I’d start running with so many people around?” Oreki’s eyes brimmed with endless contempt as he spoke with casual indifference.

“You’ve got some nerve to say that. Wasn’t it you? If you hadn’t held me back, I would’ve rushed up there and grabbed it already,” Li Shaojie complained, his face full of grievance.

With these feelings, everyone lifted their heads high with newfound bravado, striding boldly forward.

If nothing else, a single county could still muster several hundred Taoists! Among these five hundred people, there were also experts from surrounding steppe nations and Buddhist masters. Upon careful count, Taoist adepts numbered less than two hundred.

“A million soldiers arrayed in formation—as long as there’s enough provisions, even three or five years of war isn’t out of the question. This wind and sand are so vicious, yet it’s a pity they can’t be swept away,” Fish Juluo sighed.

“Well… all right! No problem.” Though she said so, Chitanda harbored little hope that she could actually teach Maya anything.

Thinking of this, Gu Qiqi felt even more guilty. If she’d known things would turn out this way, she would have returned to Chen Chen no matter what.

Oreki wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. He was wearing a long-sleeved police uniform, which was unbearably hot for this kind of weather.

Such a cryptic statement, shrouded in mystery, but Ye An instantly grasped its meaning.

Something deep within him was set ablaze; he grasped Eleven’s hand, forgetting the ointment hadn’t been fully applied, leaned down, and kissed those red lips.

Xiao Qingyun bowed in thanks once more. Without the help of the Sea Clan, he would have waited much longer to confront the Nanmen family alone. Now, with five powerful new pieces in his hand, the game was suddenly far more favorable.

Li Yuanshu rode Chu the Giant Python’s car back to Dongyu. The two sat lightly in the director’s office, where Chu handed Li a cigarette.

Old Jin nodded to Lu Hongfeng. Though he was a celebrity in the Chinese Empire, compared to the Lu family, he was still nothing.

Lengfeng nodded, and then, with a rare smile breaking the robotic coldness of his features, said, “This time, you and Chen Feng with Xin Xin have made a great contribution. What kind of reward do you want?”

The deeper they dove, the redder the abyssal seawater became, and the icy water gradually turned scalding hot. The wild, blood-boiling sensation only grew stronger.

Wentian Xiao hadn’t expected Yan Lie’s combat strength to be so low. He said, “But it doesn’t matter. Find some time to come by, I’ll teach you a few techniques and use your points to boost your power.”

Ou Shi paused, pondering Shen Wan’s words. Somehow, what she said actually made sense.

Han responded promptly, but in his haste he was nothing like Qiao Duoduo, who had come prepared. Standing so close, he became flustered and uneasy.

At that moment, a stream of red energy was surging through his meridians, battering a blocked point, as if trying to break through.

The green grass had transformed into immortal grass. Though it was still the lowest grade, beneath even the yellow rank, it was already a tremendous breakthrough.

“Nana, you really are a little minx. Why are you so enthusiastic?” Tang Ning’an sighed and, resigning himself, turned to look at Yu Na, asking helplessly.

The Oriental Emperor and the Macau Racecourse both belonged to the gambling industry—the former was a goldmine, while the latter was yet to pay out and hadn’t changed hands.

Zuo Qingkong watched as the Lord of the River of Three Crossings retreated in defeat, a cold smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Suddenly, she thought of Sisi, turned around, and saw Sisi standing right behind her, smiling sweetly.