Chapter Eighty-One: First Encounter with Lord Shang Lin

Bertrand gazed at the young Chinese girl before him, whose mind was brimming with ideas despite her tender age. In his distinctively colored eyes danced a myriad of incredulous thoughts. Tilting his head, he looked through the window at Zhao Qingwu, who was pacing outside the office, cigarette in hand, walking back and forth along a straight line. With a faintly French-accented Chinese, Bertrand remarked, “I’ve always wondered what kind of girl could catch Qingwu’s eye.” After speaking, he watched Mo Qinghan, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Hearing Bertrand’s words, Mo Qinghan’s lips curved in a shy smile as she asked, “Was it beyond your expectations, or within them?”

Bertrand merely smiled without answering, then walked to his desk and tucked the research report Mo Qinghan had written into his textbook. Seeing this, Mo Qinghan was puzzled by Bertrand’s actions.

“Is his promotion and reputation really more important than the patients’ health?” Hu Xu barked angrily, waving aside the apprentice and barging straight in.

“So what now? The pillar has already fallen—are we supposed to jump after it? I don’t have the guts for that!” Abu exclaimed.

Having suffered a setback, the other players weren’t fools either; venturing into a dungeon without specific quest information was hardly wise.

Those attending court with Lord Lu were naturally his own faction. Sadly, after power was divided among three houses, Lord Lu’s influence had waned considerably.

Fei Jingyue went to bed late. Today, she finally eliminated a venomous thorn. Her heart, which had been taut with anxiety these past days, could finally relax and breathe easy.

She flipped through the menu as she spoke. Gazing at the dazzling array of dishes, she felt slightly overwhelmed and uncertain.

Zhao Hengtian’s blade struck the giant serpent’s head, but instead of slicing cleanly through as he’d imagined, it felt as though he’d struck thin air.

Lin Yu shook his head, casting his gaze across the wide clearing strewn with equipment. He soon noticed an assassin furtively picking up gear in the distance. His eyes fixed sharply on the figure.

Staring directly at the barrier, I wanted to witness its shattering. Yet when I looked, I could scarcely believe my own eyes.

Gu Jin grew up eating Chinese cuisine; apart from the occasional steak or pizza abroad, she had never indulged in any foreign fare.

The infernal demon Gerald finally made his move, brandishing a magma greatsword that spun into a massive fireball, ravenously reaping the lives of the fox people like a deathly sphere from hell.

“The Sect Master’s methods are truly astonishing this time—slaying so many high-level martial artists at once,” the Lord of Thunder remarked.

Under the merciless hail of arrows unleashed by the black-robed archer, her tribesmen had neither space nor strength to evade; with every moment, more and more of them fell.

In fact, if Meng Weixing had responded to Murong Feng B’s withdrawal from the police bureau at the same time as Chen Xiaoyao r, perhaps Murong Feng might have realized something. Unfortunately, Meng Weixing only told Murong Feng B about those mysterious calls, which led to Murong Feng’s shock.

Wuxi isn’t all that far from Wuhan, and the whole journey is by expressway. Thanks to the government’s constant attention to infrastructure, roads have been built one after another, so even as the number of vehicles grows, traffic jams are rare.

Milok and Lokman were both at the mid-to-upper level among sixth-tier martial artists. Their strength was respectable within Holy Dragon Academy, but neither had learned how to restrain their aura.

“Since you know, let’s eat.” The ironwood face of Hua Shu appeared gentle under the warm lamplight. He watched Shui Qing, whose expression was bitter with inner anxiety. Opening his mouth as if to speak, he ultimately said nothing, turning to leave.

The palace of Great Lan was forever the most splendid and noble, yet such places inevitably held hidden corners—left for those who had committed grave errors to reflect upon their actions.

A chance to strike unexpectedly and catch the enemy off guard arose. Wu Jie immediately searched the map through Binglong Wangcai’s vision for a place suited to a decisive battle.

“Come, come, it doesn’t matter if our benefactor has left—our story must go on. Speaking of Chen Bo…” The Fool watched the two depart, a fleeting expression of playful mockery in his eyes, but it quickly vanished. He turned his head and continued telling stories to the others.