Chapter Forty-Nine: Aftermath

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As for whether Anthony would take the money, Zhang Niu was not particularly worried. After all, making those tea bricks didn’t cost much, and he still had a stash of premium tea bricks in his own space. Those were the truly precious ones. If Anthony didn’t take them, and only took the money, he would surely regret it deeply. Premium tea bricks represented a qualitative transformation.

Liu Guoxuan naturally understood the importance of time. The greatest fear in a surprise attack was being entangled by the enemy. Once the Qing troops near Beijing arrived in an endless stream, there would be no question of continuing the raid; escaping would be the only option.

Due to a bizarre car accident, Chen Naixi found himself facing a test between life and death. While unconscious, his consciousness was gradually engulfed by inexplicable emotions. Accompanied by these feelings, he appeared in a world entirely opposite to the modern one, dressed in pure white robes and holding a folding fan, beginning a brand-new journey.

He understood the cause of his condition—it was due to the massive forced assimilation of the wills of other mages, forcibly merging them together.

She learned the basic volleyball skills—ready stance, movement, passing, setting, serving, spiking, and blocking—and could now play reasonably well with her classmates. The pleasant balance between work and rest had also made Zhao Hui’s personality more cheerful and optimistic.

The cable car took them to the top of the sand dunes, where staff waiting for them told them to jump off and run towards the iron fences on both sides.

“Why?” This puzzled me greatly. Did that mean I would have to live with them forever?

Wu Shenghe was even more worried. The vivid memory of that scene—covered in blood and blisters—pierced his heart like a thousand knives.

Lin Lei looked up at the sky, his voice icy: “The past is past. Focus on the future.” This fractured consciousness, once unleashed in madness, could turn the entire Ausar star domain into a dead zone, and even the will of this planet would not escape its fate.

Hei Feng snorted coldly and moved aside. Under the setting sun, his expression grew even more profound.

In this world, there was no such thing as a free lunch; if there seemed to be one, the price would simply be paid later.

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His physical condition had long surpassed human limits. Whether muscle, bone, blood vessels, or internal organs, their strength had increased beyond measure compared to normal people.

Regarding this matter, although Long Er was not exactly pleased, he felt vindicated. He believed Lin Feng deserved this—this was the consequence of Lin Feng’s betrayal of his cousin.

Although the banquet hall was small and nearly everyone had witnessed the previous scene, appearances had to be maintained, right?

Because he didn’t believe Li Dalong could unleash such power indefinitely; at most, it was a temporary burst. Now, Li Dalong must be in an energy vacuum or weakened state.

After hanging up, Xia Wan’er logged into her Weibo and found her followers had stabilized at 22 million. Recent messages were mostly positive, expressing concern and urging her to post more daily updates.

Mu Chengfeng’s heart tightened. Even before clearly seeing the newcomer, he sensed a powerful threat.

If Lüscha had not known about the turmoil during the birthday banquet but learned of this incident, it would be unsurprising if she tried to ingratiate herself... Of course, it was also possible she was acting under Madam Shang’s orders to get closer and monitor more closely.

The first person to charge forward was directly in the line of fire. Seeing the sword hurtling toward him with boundless killing intent, he shivered, dared not be careless, and immediately drew his sword to block, trying to sweep the incoming blade aside.

When Fu Huaian opened his eyes, it was already 1:30. He usually slept little, but being able to sleep so soundly in the car was likely due to the faint, soothing fragrance from Lin Nuan, which calmed his restless emotions.

Chu An smiled and waved at the nearby fitness enthusiasts watching him. At the same time, he took a towel from the side and draped it over himself, covering a body that invited endless imagination.

The Tsar was the first to wake, looking around confused, drenched in sweat. Yesterday they had been drinking, so why had a sudden downpour started? Wasn’t it said that Africa rarely experienced rain all year?

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The nearest car was less than a meter from an old Russian soldier lying in ambush outside the camp. If it had been daytime, one could clearly see the soldier lying on the ground or someone pressed against the car window watching outside, easily noticing the slightest clues.

Xianxian and the others were not nationwide superstars, so the villagers did not recognize them as entertainers. They were simply gathering for an ordinary meal.

For example, with the current quietness, the remaining inner strength would not last more than a few minutes if they engaged in combat.

Various items were displayed on the counter—faucets, wires, pliers, and so on. A middle-aged man who did not look trustworthy was dozing at the general store. Nearby, a black-and-white TV occasionally flickered with images, most of the time showing static.

He was human. No matter how powerful his cultivation or how extraordinary his abilities, he could never change that fact.

Flames ignited the black man’s camp, fueled mainly by the fat of the corpses. Though not much, it still caused the flames to rise several centimeters. Under the glow of the fire, the reinforcements and others retreated with their tanks back into the canyon.

“I have no reason to kill Meng Yuqing. Killing her would bring me no benefit; there’s no need for me to go out of my way,” Ye Zixuan explained earnestly to Shen Yunyou. But in Shen Yunyou’s eyes, Ye Zixuan knew that no matter what he said now, it was all in vain.

Speaking of the famous lion’s roar: as soon as it was unleashed, even a lone forward opponent would have their legs tremble uncontrollably, losing strength, and ultimately be pinned to the ground by the lion king. This was no mere legend but an undeniable reality.

Chen Hao’s gaze narrowed, a cold gleam flashing. Suddenly rising, his icy gaze locked onto the man surnamed Wang. He abruptly dropped his cigarette and grabbed a stool, swinging it toward him. Wang Jianguo shouted in pain as he was struck and staggered backward, faltering.