Chapter 109: Shang Linjun’s Strategy

In an instant, Lin Xin lost the fierce confidence she had just displayed, her voice trembling with fear and tears as she cursed, “Murong An, you crazy woman, let me go now!”

The other women standing nearby, along with Gu Ziyan, were all stunned. None of them had expected Murong An’s fury to be so terrifying; just the thought of it sent chills down their spines.

Gu Ziyan quickly realized the situation was slipping out of his control. His first priority was to ensure nothing would threaten Shang Linjun, and then to guarantee Murong An’s safety. He hurried to pull Murong An’s hand away from Lin Xin’s neck, his tone exceedingly calm and steady as he reminded her, “Before you do anything, you should consider what kind of trouble it might bring to President Shang.”

Murong An remained unmoved.

Jin Zheng merely glanced casually around the surroundings, making no effort to linger at the hotel entrance. Protected by two men in suits, he walked straight into the hotel.

“Didn’t Michael tell you?” At this moment, Li Xue took off her sunglasses, her gaze tinged with confusion as she looked at Ye Feng, hoping to glean some new news from Old Ye.

Even though the initiator of this plan was Xu Maoxian, if it succeeded, Deng Yijie would also deserve much credit, for he was in charge of the county magistrate’s office.

Seeing the long spear, Luo Ting and Feng Qian both revealed expressions of amazement. This was actually a third-grade superior spirit weapon, and it possessed both ice and lightning attributes.

Fortunately, Zheng Jia’s years of experience had made her cautious. When an issue arose in the accounts, she acted swiftly, preserving the evidence on paper for future exposure.

“Shuang Ning, don’t stop me! Even if you hate me from now on, or despise me, I must teach this heartless man a lesson today!” Guo Tingyun snapped angrily.

The four of them settled around the dining table. The waiter, already prepared, promptly brought out the dishes as soon as Li Runye gave the order. He opened a bottle of Bordeaux wine from 1958, then, at the owner’s signal, closed the door and withdrew.

Mo He and Zhou Ming were truly evenly matched; their fierce battle was nearly blow for blow, both already covered in wounds, yet neither willing to admit defeat.

Yet the other person seemed not to hear, even speeding up their pace. Su Nuan had no choice but to summon all her athletic determination, finally catching up at the stairwell’s corner.

He had an uncanny ability to judge people and situations, but rarely spoke, always maintaining an air of mysterious, unfathomable wisdom. The old monk had no name; those who came to burn incense and pray simply called him the old abbot.

How could Hou Tu not understand this principle? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so conflicted these past days. Yet she still sat there unmoving, her cold gaze fixed on Wu Shisan. If only one had foreseen today, why make those choices in the past?

The snowy white porcelain jar accentuated the clarity of its contents. Xiao Han leaned in for a look and saw translucent cherries inside, along with star-shaped ice crystals. Even before tasting it, he felt a rush of refreshing coolness.

Though his stature was seven feet tall, he appeared sturdy and fit. It was hard to believe he could wield such a massive sword weighing over a hundred pounds. Sisa took one glance and judged the battle to be one-sided. The weapons of the Deep Forest Village warriors were merely ordinary, and none had mastered advanced internal strength to augment their power. There was no way they could pierce his exquisite armor.

Before reaching adulthood, he had spent three thousand years in gestation, then trained for another three thousand years, and only after these three thousand years did he finally attain the golden body. Though the Flood Dragon King may not seem large, in truth, he had cultivated for thousands of years.

While bystanders had no time to react, the five-colored divine light suddenly became transparent and ethereal, transforming into a protective aura that encircled Kong Xuan. Within this shield, Kong Xuan’s elegant figure stood tall, inspiring awe and a spontaneous urge to revere him.

“As for solutions, I can only rely on your phantom beast; everything depends on your research.” Jola patted Zeng Huan’s shoulder.

Ruan Lingshan, twenty-one years old, worked at a dance studio located in a grand eleven-story building.