Chapter 78: Something Fishy!

Backstage at the concert.

Zhang Hong was nearly frantic with worry! She quickly called the company boss.

"President Wang, what kind of arrangement is this? Why didn't anybody tell me about it?"

A sly laugh echoed from the other end of the line.

...

Chen Chen looked at him suspiciously. "Are your eyes failing you?" Clearly, she was rounder-faced than Zhou Yiyun beside her.

Liang Pi and Bai Tianxin nodded vigorously, though inwardly they thought: Maybe we don't know who's the most beautiful, but she's certainly the plumpest.

"How can you be so sure? There's still the Crown Prince and Second Prince above the Third Prince," Han Ning ventured, unsure of the court's politics.

"I'm not afraid!" Xin Rong declared loudly, her voice trembling with excitement and nerves—but there was little trace of fear.

At this moment, Chang Wei was already openly breaking convention, seizing upon Wei Yuan's weakness in mathematics to strike at him. Even those nearby and Lan Xue couldn't bear to watch.

The chaotic line halted at the command of their overseers. Everyone raised their eyes to the northern gate tower. "Look, there's blood on the horse path," a sharp-eyed slave called. Sure enough, on the left side, bloodstains marked the ramp up the city wall.

"You Chinese are so infuriating. Ellie treated you as a friend—do you even realize the supermarket you're heading to is her family’s? She let you embroider because she respects you!" Ellie's companion sneered at Xin Qing.

Over half a million! Of that, thirty-seven hundred belonged to him—so where did the extra fifty thousand come from?

He was destined never to write letters, so his contact with stamps was extremely limited, mostly secondhand hearsay.

Royal No. 1 International Club was far more than a simple club. Publicly, they claimed a few million in membership fees would suffice, but in reality the threshold was extraordinarily high. Only military and political elites entered; mere money could never buy access without the right background.

Nanbei narrowed her eyes, shifting her gaze from Lu Yan to Yan Yu. She seemed to have realized something; her right eyelid twitched heavily. Seeing the two silent, she continued pushing Yan Yu’s wheelchair forward. Behind them, the ward door slowly closed, blocking Lu Yan’s icy stare.

Everyone marveled that just a rehearsal of the ascension tribulation nearly cost Xiao Fan his life; the final strike could have killed any peak expert present.

Gu Jinli’s body wavered. Lady Yu gave a triumphant snort and sashayed off toward the Jade Dew Courtyard.

Rows upon rows, nearly fifty or sixty machines ran at full speed, workers weaving between them with remarkable order and discipline.

He seemed to be called Carter, one of the leaders among the treasure hunters in Los Angeles. Yet when Old Tom introduced him, there was a note of disdain, saying Carter was good at intercepting deals.

Suddenly, Xia Ran understood: between them, besides the emotional entanglement, there were those secret grievances that Guan Yanyan could never forgive.

Now, Qi Hao was so ruthless toward Lady Yu that, for some reason, she felt a twinge of sympathy for the fallen.

Obstein listened and smiled knowingly. He revealed his lich form, forcibly casting holy magic with that undead body. Bathed in the radiance unique to human holy spells, he dissolved into golden ash.

Her eyes grew cold, fists clenched tight, lips quivering as she fought back tears threatening to fall.

Hongye did not reply, instead staring blankly at her feet. Zhou Yu patted her shoulder several times before she finally lifted her face, dazed.

Yu Huan arrived at the construction site with a touch of joy in his heart. The mountain blasting was done; now, only the creation of water resources remained.