Chapter 53: Commission Preparation, Lunar Braindance

When the car pulled up in front of V's hotel and everyone stepped out, Pilar and V were stunned to discover that Rebecca had beaten them to it and officially joined the crew.

"No way, Rebecca!" Pilar cried out in utter despair, "Why didn't you consult with me first!?"

Rebecca curled her lip in disdain. "Consult with you about what? You useless brother, hurry up and show some respect to Brother A. From now on, he's the boss for both of us."

"What the hell, what are you playing at—"

I shot a glance at the Second Uncle, silently asking for his opinion, but he merely gave me a slight shake of his head.

"They have gone to Nagano," Kiyotaka Nagano issued the recall order, nodding to Masaru Kurobe and Hiroto Hasegawa.

Knowing that she refused to accept the reality that Zhang Lixing was already gone, Qin Gongchuan stopped trying to persuade her. Otherwise, pushing too hard might produce the opposite effect and agitate her further, which would be doing more harm than good. He had already said what needed to be said, and now all that remained was to give her time to accept the truth.

He had never been one to fuss over the minor details of marriage; as long as his parents arranged a match with a woman of equal social standing, that would suffice. But Qiao Caiwei was truly not the right person for him.

Terrified to the point of losing all color in our faces, everyone held their breath. We quickly half-crouched to the ground, gripping our firearms tightly, and watched our surroundings with utmost vigilance. The slightest rustle of the wind through the grass made my heartstrings vibrate violently.

"What do you mean? Even if it's not killing the hound once the hare is caught, it's still putting away the bow when the birds are gone." At this point, the old lady was showing some signs of anger. Sensing the hidden depths within her words, I wisely kept my mouth shut.

Having a powerful background went without saying; it meant you could do whatever you pleased, as long as you didn't provoke someone with an even greater backing than your own.

This chill carried an icy, piercing force of primordial spirit—or more precisely, the power of the soul.

Prompted by Zhou Mengyue's words, Mengmeng and I each found a seat. I also closed Weibo on my phone; after all, I was now a member of Mingmeng Studio and needed to take meetings seriously, unlike the last time I went to SP.

Chairman Liu remained entirely calm, even having the leisure to look around at our seating positions before finally casting a look of utter disdain.

Although Mochen was a terrifying entity far more horrific than the ancient corpses we had encountered previously, at least in my mind, he remained trustworthy.

Luo Ran instantly shifted into work mode, asking Rong Xin to accompany her. The other nurses, having woken up at the crack of dawn to catch a flight, were exhausted and headed back to rest first.

A fist landed squarely on each of their noses, instantly sending streams of bright red blood gushing down. Caught completely off guard by Wang Mo's sudden strike, the men were too dazed to process what had just happened.

Tuoba Hong's face showed signs of fury, and in his fits of intense anger, he began coughing up blood once more, terrifying Yundan into wailing and screaming for help.

"Ahem, shouldn't we talk business now?" Hu Mei'er said as she filled Wang Mo's teacup with black tea. The moment it poured from the teapot, a delicate fragrance wafted into the air. Even an amateur like Wang Mo could tell the tea was exceptionally valuable.

"Don't forget what our original intention was in wanting to deal with Wang Mo," Song Ziwu prompted, trying to lead Liu Shikai along.

Chu Anle was genuinely baffled. She had a general understanding of ruins, but this place was different; a location like this could hardly be called a ruin at all.

Furthermore, she was utterly defeated by Situ Yan. She simply said "I miss you," and did that really make him that happy?

The tunneling skills of the green-phlegm miasma-poison spiders were tens of thousands of times superior to those of the red ones. Though a small amount of soil had collapsed where these spiders burrowed into the cave walls, once that debris was cleared away, a completely intact tunnel was revealed.

The middle-aged man standing before them, provoked into a towering rage, was none other than Song Chengye, Song Yan's father and the master of this estate.

Yun Xiao had never visited this place in his past life, and looking at the sights along the road today, to be honest, it filled him with a quiet sense of emotion.