Chapter 60: Transfer to Peiping

She waited on the mountain for quite a while, yet Yang Jun still showed no sign of leaving.

It seemed he was thoroughly locked in a contest of wills with her!

In the dead of night, and with a physical confrontation a real possibility, she was simply no match for Yang Jun.

Su Xiaoyun sighed, a deep sense of worry gripping her heart.

Her brows furrowed tightly together; it was clear she needed to come up with a plan.

With these thoughts in mind, Su Xiaoyun cast her gaze around, searching for any potential way out.

"Y-y-y-y-y-ou finally, finally, finally, finally, finally h-h-h-h-have come, come, come, come, come," Kayako Saeki said in this manner, showing not the slightest hint of confusion at my appearance, nor could I sense any of the previous madness and hostility emanating from her.

"I, Barnett, in my capacity as Commander of the Empire's Fifty-Eighth Army Corps, order the officers and men of this command to cease their attack on the Kingdom's fleet and respond to the Marshal's appeal! We will no longer obey the directives of Wang Yuexiang..." A steady voice suddenly rang out in the communication channel.

This was hardly a matter of Zhang Zuolin overlooking anything; rather, his backers had never intended to let the Fengtian Army possess an intelligence agency capable of strengthening itself in such a manner.

Dr. Andreas never sought out Dorothy again, nor did he concern himself with her condition, yet he still felt he had done everything within his power to the absolute best of his ability.

Even if she didn't feel like speaking, that was completely fine; the class monitor indicated that she could understand, but couldn't she at least give a slight nod or shake of her head?

Earlier, he had assumed that Green had chosen to abandon them and leave on his own, but the strange thing was, why hadn't he taken his horse with him when he left? Without a horse, could it be that he intended to walk all the way to the mission destination on foot?

After breaching Liaodong City, the Tang army's bad luck seemed to have come to an end. Fortune had reversed, and their luck had turned; all the adversities encountered since crossing the Liao River seemed to be completely undone the moment Liaodong City fell.

"If he wants to slack off on the job, then let him! But the mission entrusted to us from above can no longer be delayed!" Luo Hanxing said.

Compared to the various naturally occurring bizarre phenomena within the collective unconscious of humanity, even if the Black Water was crude, it could directly overwhelm and crush them through sheer superiority in scale. However, when that advantage in scale could not be manifested in such a devastating manner, the weakness of its crudeness became magnified.

"An elder? Am I really that old? I'm only two or three years older than Fujitakun," Sawa Suzuki said with a smile.

When it came to facial reconstruction, ordinary physicians dared not apply such drastic medicines. Only after countless cycles of shedding skin could one finally attain a seemingly flawless face. However, should the slightest error occur during the skin-shedding process, it would result in permanent disfigurement, or even leave one looking worse than before.

Suddenly thinking of the Witness's words from before, Fang Zheng seemed to realize a few possibilities related to his successful escape. Once again, he was probably taking advantage of some loophole precisely because he was within the world of this deity.

However, even in the face of the aggressive onslaught of pop music, the upward momentum of rock music did not weaken in the slightest. Aside from Limp Bizkit, many other rock bands began to erupt with astonishing energy, securing a firm foothold on the year-end charts.

At this moment, because Yan Anzhi had his back turned to her, she could not see his expression at all, and thus had no way of guessing whether his words were directed at Yan Jin or Fourth Master Yan.

The most astonished of all was Yin Wuqing, who had launched the aggressive strike. A look of sheer bewilderment appeared on his aloof face.

The saying that villains are met with their match holds true. Looking at Li勤's still-raised palm, Zhang Mingyang actually stopped hurling abuses and merely glared at Li勤 with eyes full of bitter resentment.

"Uncle-Master, you are still afraid they won't fall for it and will ambush us further up ahead, aren't you?" the chief mechanist asked.

That was because Prime Minister Bo had no intention of intervening whatsoever; he had completely washed his hands of the matter, acting merely as an onlooker who had nothing to do with the affair.