Chapter 95: Transformation!

Chen Fan had long since recognized Tang Xuan’s voice.

He could not help but nod to himself; to be fair, the boy’s character was not bad.

And Huang Yan’s values were sound as well.

Tang Xuan was right: striking first was wrong.

Still, one could only hope he could hold himself back once he learned the truth.

“Let’s go inside and take a look first. I and that person...”

In order to keep the company from falling into the hands of other executives after his death, Yashiro Yantaro had no choice but to contact the Black-Clad Organization once more and join their scheme. Only then would the Yashiro Group remain in his family’s hands in the years to come.

The instant Bai Ye gave the order, Chenglong suddenly spoke, and an eerie voice rang out across the entire scene.

Shi Xuemei turned a pleading look toward her benefactor, only to find him averting his gaze as though avoiding a venomous snake or a scorpion; he even stepped forward to say a few nice words to Chi Yan.

“Assistant Sun, please wait a moment. I want to call my cousin first!” Zhong Peishan hurriedly pulled her phone from the pocket of her work uniform, unlocked it, and prepared to dial.

This man was truly pathetic. A little scare and he was terrified to this degree. It was fortunate she had not revealed her identity before hiring him.

Even Daqiao on horseback was now filled with despair. She looked at Liu Rui with boundless anxiety, helplessly watching the frightened horse beneath her charge straight toward him.

Of course, that was straying too far. Back to the matter at hand: after hearing Colonel Guo’s words, Wang Zhe remained silent, not because he had nothing to say, but because his hatred left him at a loss for words. He did not know what words could possibly describe it.

Luo Chen glanced at the rearview mirror on his side and saw Li Jingnan’s figure. At once, an idea flashed through his mind.

Meanwhile, she sat in the park and read through a thick stack of recruitment flyers. With a sigh, she tossed the flyers aside, rather disappointed.

His single sentence left me choked to the point that I could not say another word. I could only nod and follow the others as we trudged forward with our heads down.

Wang Yilong crawled into the sofa so that his body would not be exposed outside; the fabric from the outside completely concealed him.

Zhang Lin let out a sigh, a foolish smile spreading across his face as his eyes gradually grew hazy.

Liu Feng felt as though his head might explode. The matter had already been complicated, and now it had become even more so. He truly did not know how to explain what had happened to Qing Ying.

“Where are the guards on the left and right?” Prince Fengqin called out with a smiling chuckle. From behind the house, more than a dozen guards suddenly sprang forth, fully armed.

Flowers, bookmarks—I suddenly have inspiration again. I’ve been so absorbed in games lately that I almost forgot the real business. A sin, a sin.

These were merely ordinary hunters. Faced with Qu Dan, who had cultivation at the seventh rank, they had no power to resist at all. His immense force kept striking out, hurling every hunter who came near him away with shrieks.

Faced with that single sword strike, I had not the slightest ability to resist. The powerful field of energy raised a tremendous storm, and under the fierce opposing wind I was forced to slide backward uncontrollably. If I had not struggled to hold my ground, I would have already been swept away by the gale.

Aunt Guo looked at the two of them, sweet and affectionate, and could not help but close her eyes with a smile, who knew what tender memories she had recalled.

Qu Dan felt that the face seemed familiar. Turning around, he saw the young soldier who had been beaten last time walking toward him with another towering warrior at his side. The fellow wore a face full of fury, as though he had encountered a mortal enemy.

In Ying Si’s view, such a feudal warlord-like division of power was in fact not suitable for the current world. After all, humanity’s main enemy remained the monsters outside the city; humans were competing with them for resources and for the space to survive.

With the slightest movement, his chest felt as though it were being seared by the inferno of a volcanic mountain. The pain brought tears to his eyes, and his expression twisted with agony.

Because they knew that, with their ability, the severed arm would never have any chance of being reattached again. So whether they kept it or not, it made no difference.