Chapter 81: Benefactor

“You’re not joking with me, are you? Canceled?” Lin Qingqi’s eyes widened in disbelief. To have the chance to spend time alone with Lu Fei, watching a concert together in a private luxury suite—such opportunities were rare and precious. She had even come fully prepared, determined to take her relationship with Lu Fei to the next level tonight. And now she was being told the concert was canceled?

She couldn’t accept it.

The security guard, helpless, tried to pull the door open...

This scene, witnessed by everyone, left them utterly stunned. No one had expected Qi Jingshen, President Qi himself, to show up and protect Zhong Jiaqi.

Sun Guojun also spotted Xin Yifan and the other person. He greeted them with a gentle smile before turning around and leaving.

After the patriarch of the Qian family crippled four elders and Huanjing slaughtered several hundred people herself, she tossed the three she had personally disabled at the feet of the Black family’s master and vanished on the spot, leaving the Black family’s old patriarch—who rushed to the scene—completely empty-handed.

“What a pauper! Doesn’t know what’s good for him!” Chang Bao cursed bitterly, digging a finger into his nose as he watched Xiaolong’s departing figure.

Even though she hadn’t asked Qi Jingchen for help cleaning up the aftermath, she truly wasn’t afraid of Zhu Zhenbang and the others investigating. After all, she hadn’t been the one to order the funeral wreaths, and on the surface there was no connection to her at all.

Zhong Qing could only feel the dining knife slicing through her down jacket at her back; before her was a door, but she couldn’t reach the handle.

After Tang Xi, Lu Qi, and Liu Jia met up in the county, they set out for Zhenba County overnight to avoid investigation by people sent by Gong Xian.

“The banquet hasn’t started yet; it won’t matter if I arrive later. Since I couldn’t spend this evening admiring the cherry blossoms with you, I brought you a branch from that ancient cherry tree you love,” Li Yuan replied.

All the players were discussing their quest rewards. The main mission this time offered jars for nine different body parts as prizes. It was entirely a matter of luck—if fortune smiled on you, you could graduate immediately after opening all nine jars. Of course, if you were unlucky, you might end up with a pile of junk equipment.

Once everyone was ready, Zhong Lizui forcefully broke the barrier on her end. The ghosts inside, unable to bear the blazing divine fire, fled outside, only to discover the flames outside were even more intense, deadly to the touch, annihilating them on contact.

But in that fleeting instant just as Hong Wu made his move, a shadowy figure darted before his eyes.

Xiao Jingguang nodded after hearing Chen Yun’s words. Lighting a cigarette, he stepped outside with his adjutant and Chen Yun, standing beneath the afterglow of the setting sun, savoring the gentle, refreshing evening breeze. Gazing at the beautiful sunset on the horizon, he exhaled a drifting cloud of smoke and spoke slowly.

“Honored Prince of the Wind, why are you here?” Manda asked in confusion. He had received no prior word of this.

Liu Yong clenched his fists in anger as he listened to the pair, wishing he could teach Liu family’s seventh and eighth a lesson. But then it struck him—the more they acted that way, the better it was for his side. Unable to hold back, he cheered aloud.

“Guiting, however you want to handle it, do so. Since this is your decision, I respect and support it. Take full command of the army and deal with Lin Biao and Xiao Jingguang as you see fit,” Du Yuming said, and Zheng Dongguo nodded solemnly before leaving his office.

Soon after, Norman returned, called out, and left the inn together with Tony and the others, supporting one another as they went.

As for transferring the money to Zhang Hongcai’s account, he had no choice. His own account was in his real name—if the money went there, his identity would be revealed.

“Because that’s a decision for the future. No matter what Future decides to do, I’ll always help her,” a firm light glimmered in Morin’s eyes, as if these words were her life’s creed.

“Hmph, it’s always been this way. Are you trying to break the rules?” The fat man’s face rippled with flesh, his eyes suddenly fierce.