Chapter 57 Sparring

The next day, Jiang Tang spent a rare, leisurely Monday.

It was as peaceful as a campus from her past life.

Like most students, Jiang Tang fidgeted under her desk, though she was actually reviewing the files of her three fiancés.

The documents appeared to be from about seventeen years ago, back when Xie Yin was thirteen years old.

The face in the photo was slightly naive, and the smile looked utterly fake and contrived. At a glance, he seemed extremely calculating—precisely the kind of person Jiang Tang was least willing to deal with.

His fans immediately began flooding the official livestream chat, aggressively steering the narrative with endless hate and even vicious insults.

Previously, Luo Lin had been wondering whether his Fear Demon power counted as a trait and if it would eventually turn him into a monster, but now, he suddenly understood.

"Forget it, bro, stop bragging. See that? A one-v-four wipe of a full squad—this player number one is the real carry," Player Four said, thoroughly convinced.

"Where is it!? Where are the things you took from me?" The plump boss couldn't hold back anymore, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up as he asked anxiously.

It turned out that ever since the commercial aired, the phone in Xiao Jinxiong's office had been ringing non-stop. Some callers were inquiring about the address of Guang'an Hospital and when it would open, while others were applying for jobs.

Luo Yuxi made a valid point; Xia Xiyun wasn't afraid of showing her face on stream, so there seemed to be no reason for her to hide her voice.

Later on, Old Xing appeared in the conference room with the test report, but the results he provided severed the very last lead.

She gripped her hands together, her nails digging deeply into the flesh of her palms, yet she could not feel any pain.

Looking at the momentum stirred up by the youth in dark robes, Ji Fan felt a tinge of the urge to retreat. It wasn't that he was afraid of the youth; rather, he felt it unwise to expose himself in such a crowded place. After all, having just recently escaped from the City of Illusions, he could not afford to act tough and pick fights here.

Furthermore, he could clearly and distinctly feel his strength growing! It kept growing stronger and stronger, making him the most powerful supernatural being in the 7th Search and Rescue Unit.

The bridge was only so wide, and as the men of the Northern Guard Bureau and Zhong'an Hall hacked and slashed at each other, the front four or five traded blows with swords and sabers while those behind landed sneaky stabs with knives or thrusts with spears.

However, the Kings lacked any reliable veterans. If anyone counted, it was Ray Allen, while their coach, Paul Westphal, had previously been an assistant coach and was just promoted to head coach this season, making him a rookie just like Cousins.

The magical array continued to operate at full speed, rapidly consuming various precious materials, while Chong Yue focused his mind, sensing the formation of the spatial tunnel.

Slowly unfurling, it felt as though towering, majestic mountains were rising from the ground, unyielding and righteous, rushing forth to blot out the sky.

Yet Linghu did not care; that had originally just been an ordinary longsword. Besides, if he really wanted to take the sword back, he could simply go and raid that pawnshop. With Li Ruuyu refusing to make a move, who in Yangzhou could stop him?

In the courtyard of the private parlor behind the towering chambers, seventeen Eight-Immortals tables were neatly arranged in rows. The food and wine were already served, steaming with heat. The early summer sunlight spilled down, and amidst the rising vapors, a sense of irritation filled the air.

The fellow called Ye Qianhu seemed to be saying something, but the fox could no longer hear it. A convoluted life flashed through his mind in a single instant, and he suddenly felt so exhausted. Fortunately, he would finally be able to rest.

An Zhe said softly with a calm expression, completely maintaining proper etiquette. Before Tosaka Tokiomi could even speak, he had already walked over and seated himself on the sofa.

Lu Ping had already formed the habit of searching for hidden doors, and the dark environment here could no longer stump him. He simply felt along the walls with careful strokes, and this hallway was no exception.

Under his coercion and inducement, that servant finally took off his trousers, exposing his rather pale and plump buttocks!

"Bang, bang, bang!" The high-speed flying bullets, guided by the Dark Phantom, traced out brilliantly gorgeous gunfire.