Starting tomorrow, I will be increasing the frequency of updates.

Ning Bin sighed deeply, fully aware of why Qu Yajing refused to divorce him—it was simply because the Qu family didn’t want to lose face. Although the High-Tech Zone was still in its early stages of development, Tian Guangming clearly understood its promising future.

From across the mountainside terraces, I saw the lights glowing warmly in Duoxia’s home, a scene of peaceful tranquility. She was in the living room watching TV when she heard the sound of a car engine, knowing that the two children had returned, yet they hadn’t come inside for a long while.

Sheng Long’s fierce assault pierced straight through the massive tree vine creature’s body, the enormous damage numbers floating up, marking the monster’s inevitable demise.

As for the intelligence on Zheng Zha, Murong Chen had a thorough grasp—not only of the original Zheng Zha but also the current one. He nearly knew everything about what exactly Zheng Zha had exchanged.

I was at a loss for words. Regarding this matter… I honestly don’t think I was wrong, but things turned out unexpectedly. What else could I do?

“This is a welcome banquet prepared for me by Xiu Chongkai,” Chengnu politely nodded and smiled to those around him. Although his clothes couldn’t rival the others in price, his role as the centerpiece of the banquet alone radiated immense presence.

All necessary exchanges had been made, and all equipment issued. The Central Plains team was fully prepared, just waiting to set off in search of the Golden Mask. Yet, just as Zheng Zha was about to lead everyone out, Murong Chen stopped him once again.

Though the solo entrepreneurship platform was still quite limited in scope, focusing mainly on high-tech industries and located only in the Linshan High-Tech Zone, its future potential was unmistakable.

Since ancient times, Fan An suddenly realized that this was an old fox; he still sought to subtly probe Wang Yangming’s background.

Zhang Chuyi considered carefully. As the host of the ritual altar, he couldn’t go himself; otherwise, no one would oversee the ceremony, and the divine power would dissipate instantly.

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Lin Jia’an felt somewhat uneasy reading the article but dared not search it online, fearing the results would reveal too much.

“Worthless scoundrel, don’t pretend with me! Get up!” Zhang Cuihua hurled the brick she was holding and moved to pull Qin Xiaoxiao.

A bug written by the hacker Jiang Yi was instantly solved by a program she had improvised on the spot.

Tang Yan greeted skillfully without needing a guide, heading straight toward the back garden of the Zhou residence.

Jiang Ye also saw the situation spiraling out of control. She glanced indifferently at Hua Ya and spoke up for Nan Si.

At that time, Li Lanying was hauling bucket after bucket of water into the house. Usually, these heavy chores were done by the madman; she only needed to wash vegetables and cook. Now that Qin Xiaoxiao and the madman were gone, she had to do the hard work herself.

At that moment, Da Ya happened to return home, planning to find the Zhao family matron for answers, leaving only the four Tang brothers at home.

Fu Chanyi’s meaning was clear—Sheng Jinghuai was nothing more than a driver in his eyes.

Blocked by these men’s words, Principal Lin couldn’t find a reason to convince them. Other visiting teachers from nearby schools, unaware of the situation, gathered curiously. Interrupting forcefully now would cause a worse impression, so Director Huang reluctantly pulled Principal Lin aside.

Ye Fei was always a playful joker, and Chen Long was a simple, honest uncle. Who would have thought these two were so deeply concealed?

Sima Gousheng’s eyes flickered with alarm. The “Azure Dragon Wok Spatula” was one of his signature moves. Being the fifth contestant, even if he won, he had to continue fighting the next four. Strategically, he couldn’t afford to waste too much energy on this opponent.

Muttering quietly about Cheng Kejin’s words and actions, Murong Susu obediently sat beside Ye Fei.

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Qi Ying remained vigilant, yet Zhang Zushi gave the impression of someone who would not deceive others.

The Black Mountain Old Zombie was badly beaten, struck directly by the dust whisk’s fist and instantly sent flying. Ling Tian showed no mercy and followed up with a kick.

Leng Xue now looked like a walking corpse, lying quietly in bed, silent except for her breathing—nothing else remained of her.

“Immortal, you flatter me. Without your help, how could the Jin family ever become the leader of Dongyanfang Market? Here, I’ve brought you a great gift,” Jin Yurong said, covering her mouth with a pleased smile at the title “Shopkeeper Jin.”

Spectators outside sneered at her. It was useless—many had tried breaking the formation from the outside. Such powerful attacks couldn’t destroy it. These light attacks were just like tickling; only breaking the formation would count as true damage.

I turned a deaf ear, and He Fenfang began chatting about his work with Guan Jian. Fenfang worked in foreign trade and was friendlier than anyone else. Li Li and Xiao Wen came one after another, and to my surprise, Li Yu was also here. When he came over and called my name, I was momentarily stunned.

Since they had never interacted before, Zhong Nan knew nothing about the four and needed more observation. Today’s conversation at the teahouse was a tentative first contact; deeper understanding would take time.

“Was that a gift from Ke Ziqi? Oh, no wonder your sister Karen is so desperate now,” Luo Chenxiyang said with a look of sudden realization.