Chapter 135: Caught in the Game 15

Hearing such words, the other shareholders at the meeting began to jeer along, but sitting in the main seat, Zheyu He paid no mind to their remarks. Holding a cigarette, he took a deep drag, held it in his mouth, and slowly exhaled thin trails of blue smoke. His left fingers tapped rhythmically on the conference table, as if watching a play, observing the scheming faces before him.

Han Mo, standing beside Zheyu, cast a sardonic glance at the insatiable “vampires” and sneered, “Replacing President He? Are you all indulging in wishful thinking?”

The elderly man named Zhiyuan Zhang forced a smile, his expression hollow. “A mere executive secretary, and yet daring to speak recklessly at the shareholders’ meeting. Zheyu, are you perhaps too confident in your position?”

Meanwhile, Ding Chunqiu sat cross-legged on his bed, deep in thought. Jiyang had been poisoned by my fatal curse, yet after so many days, there was no sign of harm. He had left for a long time that day—what method could he have used to counteract the poison? Could it be the Muscle Tendon Changing Classic?

Under the nearly hopeless circumstances, all eyes focusing on the Corrosion Star attack shifted toward the heretical creatures’ faction.

Lin Yu pressed on without pause. He knew that even with these alien materials added, the best he could achieve was to enhance the spaceship’s speed and defense, but it still fell far short of the vessel he envisioned.

In the heavy, oppressive atmosphere, the twenty or so servants fell silent, some trembling slightly. No one knew why General Fei had brought them here, nor why he remained silent.

Villagers from several hamlets carried buckets to the gently flowing stream, their faces bright with joy. It was their first time fetching water by the river. No longer would they have to drink the musty, moldy water from their cellars—they would now enjoy water as clear and sweet as that of the southern lands.

Lü Xiaomu logged into the Blue Enchantress’s Taoist account and received the memory set, then took up an ambush position deep within the Sabak city walls. Normally, no one would come here. Meanwhile, Li Ruifeng was assigned the first watch shift; he, clad in full mage’s attire, cast a firewall spell and continued to privately message Hong Xing’s thirteenth sister.

The black smoke had dispersed considerably, shapes becoming faintly visible, and everyone’s hearing gradually returned. Feeling the moment was ripe, Tang Ming shouted loudly for silence. Once the cell fell completely quiet, he cautiously approached the iron bars to observe the black-clad figures outside.

Originally, he had hoped this crisis would be easily resolved, but it seemed everything was too late. All hope was gone. He stood there dazed, unsure how to change anything, staring blankly ahead.

“Do you speak Chinese?” Jun Takeshita looked at Liang Wang in surprise, as if he had discovered a new continent.

Kaiyu Zuo took his key and first retired to his room, number 203, to rest, then devoured a bucket of instant noodles.

Mu Yun’er, too, possessed a curious heart. Though not overly passionate, her disposition was fairly cheerful.

If Zhao Guangyi had appeared just like this, accepting punishment with resigned humility, would he have dared to strike?

Jiang Yue exhaled a white breath and began packing deerskin and venison. Then, shifting his perspective to sky patrol, he glanced at the bandit camp.

Upon bowing, the scarred wound on Ding Benliang’s back burst open, oozing pus and blood. The pain forced him to grit his teeth. As he opened his mouth, “Sir…” tears of grievance spilled down his cheeks, and he began to sob.

The icy chill receded somewhat. In the flickering firelight, Qing Lin glimpsed the scene ahead and couldn’t help but cry out in shock.

Mu Yun’er nestled close to her companions, noticing Fu Bao anxiously flying over, chirping incessantly with urgency.

Tian Zhong harnessed the frigid energy of the East Sea spring and the power of chaos to strike the final nine major acupuncture points within his body.

Jiang Yue swallowed hard and circled the bandit camp with his bow drawn, constantly seeking vantage points to shoot arrows.

In truth, the banquet inside the city hall was far less solemn than Yiyang had imagined. After several rounds of drinking, even the mayor began sharing light-hearted, teasing jokes with Meijieli.