Chapter 52: A New Commission, Rebecca Joins the Crew

The vehicle soon arrived at Twisted Street in the Kabuki District, the very place where Messer had committed a bloody crime just last night. Scanning the scene, he saw that the black market puppet shop in the distant alley was still cordoned off with NCPD police tape, and the scorch marks from the fire had yet to be covered with fresh paint.

Watching the group of NCPD officers investigating at the alley’s entrance, Messer, as the culprit, found the sight oddly ironic.

As for Mo Fan, he had indirectly established his first foothold in Zuzhou; after all, husband and wife are one, so there was nothing unusual about that.

“I understand now. Given your meaning, I suppose I need to reconsider that proposal from earlier. You should head back—your ladies have probably begun looking for you.” This time, Master Lu truly issued a dismissal, and Ye Luan knew better than to linger, leaving with a mind full of doubts.

The Immortal Elder and the God of Longevity reside at the Eastern Corner, Constellation Kang Two. Both are associated with longevity and revered as gods of long life, worshipped and honored. Their images often depict a white-haired old man with a high, broad forehead, holding a curved cane taller than his head in his right hand and a celestial peach in his left.

With a sudden mouthful of old blood, Ye Hao spat it out, his eyes bloodshot as he glared with hatred towards the direction of Blood Sky. Grinding his teeth in fury, he wished he could tear Blood Sky apart alive. In all his years, Ye Hao had never suffered such a grievous loss.

A security guard, about thirty years old and of average appearance, frowned as he maintained order.

The only chance to change one’s fate is through education. This is why China’s college entrance exams are so fiercely competitive, and why so many parents, desperate and hopeful for their children’s success, reluctantly handed them over to Yang Yongxin’s electric shock therapy.

Jiangzheng Street is Longhai’s music and bar district, where countless young white-collar workers unleash their vigor every night, spending plenty of Huaxia currency to relax, earn respect, and wait for colorful, glamorous encounters.

The hierarchy of spiritual treasures is strictly divided into five ranks and seven stars: Chuan She, Nei Tong, Hua Gai, Tian Li, and Da Dao Fu.

“Hm? Senior, what’s wrong with you?” Tang Feng seemed to notice something off about the elderly man before him. He had a bad feeling, as if something extremely important had vanished from the material world.

They were eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Huaxia Empire’s army. After all, working undercover in a foreign land was no comfort compared to doing business in their own country. Watching hurried crowds through the window, Qian Tong’s face blossomed into a smile.

Next, he spoke of the conditions of the popular sea caves, dividing vital energy seeds into several grades and correlating these with aptitude levels. He further classified true essence trees into levels.

Ignoring the dust covering him, “You dead fatso, you’re asking for trouble!” Extending his right hand, he summoned the folding fan from the table. With a kick off the ground, he left a shadowy afterimage as he charged toward Zhou Shanwang.

The horse bandit’s outpost spotted the chase, alerting the entire bandit group. The leader, who had been negotiating moments before, ordered a march toward Huizhou City.

In the prison of Xixian County, Zhang Guang and Er Lengzi, aware their days were numbered, sat back to back, each staring at the ceiling of their respective cells.

After handing over Boss Gao to the newly opened Food Safety Bureau’s janitor, Li Changqing returned to the Changqing Detective Agency, expressionless, clutching a canvas bag. As he closed the door, he burst into wild laughter, unzipping the bag to reveal six stacks of gleaming gold bills, varying in age.

“You’re all my sisters. Now, come eat.” Lu Yujie ladled two more bowls of soup, setting them before Li Yuqing and Lu Yuyao.

Chu Tianxiu made a trip to the mining area and returned to Danyang County by afternoon, visiting an iron smelting workshop within the county town.

Originally, Ji Citing still harbored a sliver of hope, thinking Lin Manrong might change her mind. After all, he had spoken his heart; could Lin Manrong remain unmoved?