Chapter 147: Something Is Wrong!

Following the sound to its source, he saw a middle-aged man.

He was fat, with a large mole on his face and a sly grin spread across his features.

His name was Liu Yong, the owner of a bodyguard company in the provincial capital. He had some money to his name.

His right arm was wrapped around a charming, alluring woman.

Her makeup was exquisite, yet not overly heavy.

She looked...

For some reason, when Lin Mu met Green Luo’s slightly mischievous gaze, he felt just a little guilty—probably because, if not for Madam Cai, she should have been the one he spent last night with, shouldn’t she?

In that instant, Hua Shaolong suddenly sensed an aura about the monk that he could not see through.

The moment Ye Mang heard that, he stopped fooling around and swiftly turned around, sliding the blade back into the scabbard concealed within his cane.

“You can divide it among yourselves. One person gets a little more, another a little less. Either way, this amount of stock means the same to you, so you might as well give a little more to your team,” Lu Lu suggested.

I was probably just overthinking it. Perhaps she really had found it disgusting, nothing more. She had merely blurted out what she felt in the moment.

Later, while chatting with Big Loudspeaker, he told me that Fu Hao’s Ironblood Hall already had twenty-five members. Several of them were especially good fighters, and one had even trained in martial arts—karate, to be precise.

He was so focused on eliminating the traitor to the country that he never considered that, these days, Cao Cao was not the only traitor.

Tang Shishi simply took a cigarette from the pack in Chen Lang’s hand. With a sharp click, she lit it. The tobacco burned into a glowing red point, then turned to ash clinging to the tip.

What Li Feng had just said—that red wine and beef bought from Walmart could have a flavor all their own—moved Lu Lu deeply. In the end, what mattered was who cooked for you and who shared the meal with you.

It was the token of an alchemist, but Master Zhang was merely an ordinary disciple. How could he possibly get the three of them into Medicine King Valley’s forbidden grounds?

Chengcheng truly did not want this. It was a place she never wanted to go in her entire life—especially not to find Zheng.

The baking school Qiao Wei had chosen was privately owned. She said its proprietor had returned after studying in France, and many people came here to study. It was more popular than most large baking schools.

Judging from the circumstances, Dallas must have prepared a means of escape before daring to remain deep inside the mines beneath Gloomlight City. If he were discovered, there was no way he could leave through the city’s main gate. He had two possible routes out: use some kind of teleportation method, or search for another exit from Gloomlight City.

Everyone feared death, and the tough, manly Gu Xiaoxiao was no exception. Yet when she glanced at Jiang Ke running beside her, she suddenly felt that death was not so frightening after all. To die alongside the person she loved seemed, in its own way, almost a happy thing.

What made matters worse was that, although she was clearly in the wrong, he still had to swallow his anger and go all the way to her door to apologize.

Bai Ke began scheming again. Seeing how proud the man was of Granny Luo, he first lavished him with praise before asking his question.

“What are you doing?” The boy noticed something strange about her and looked at her with an even more puzzled expression, unaware that her attention was focused entirely on the ground beneath her feet.

“Is there something wrong with your head? Even if you’re dissatisfied, you still have to form a team. Silly child, with those words, you haven’t merely offended the production crew, Minato Namikaze, and Kakashi Hatake—you’ve even offended the contestants who might originally have ended up on the same team as you.”

To be honest, the text message on my phone was from Ye Hansheng. I even called him and confirmed it, but Ye Hansheng refused to admit it.

People like them could cooperate with each other while never hesitating to stab one another in the back afterward, even burying the other in a pit. Such behavior could probably only arise between people whose relationship was as tangled as theirs. Yet their feelings had also drawn them into competition. Each of them wanted to be the lucky one who found the passage.