Chapter 57: To Hell with the Japanese Branch—I'm Done

The formulation of the plan at Cassel College was exceptionally rapid. Within less than two days, the deep-submersible and the complete mission protocol were freshly prepared.

No one knew how the College managed to persuade the Gattuso family to donate their only operational deep-submersible, especially given that, judging by his attitude, Vaneer would have happily rushed to the College and turned the place upside down.

Rumor had it that in the end, it was Lord Pompeii himself who made the final decision, thereby suppressing Frost, who had already reached the brink of a rampage.

Pompeii, as Caesar's biological father—

On the surface, it could be said that Dong Yang and Zhong Wuqing both sustained injuries and were evenly matched, but in reality, Dong Yang's injuries were far more severe.

Dong Dazhi withdrew his stance and leaned side-by-side with Dong Lianlian. Seeing the returning rosy glow on Lianlian's face, Dazhi felt significantly more at ease.

The old man was named He Anzai, a trusted confidant of that high-ranking official in Guangling City. It was precisely from his hands that he had taken over the post seven years ago.

Dong Yang circled the tree, inspecting it thoroughly from every angle, yet he failed to discover anything amiss.

Su Zhanhe's face turned ashen. He dismounted in one fluid motion and strode toward Su Qiong with his sword drawn. Anyone could see that the young man's actions were largely an outlet for accumulated resentment, but the Grand Commander had been completely provoked. It was not that he could not endure this humiliation; rather, he could not bear the fact that the humiliation came from a son he had despised his entire life.

Across this planet, very few people knew of the existence of the Ice God Kingdom; indeed, such knowledge was restricted to those connected to the supreme powerhouses in the capital.

"Take Zhang Zhang to the detention center. He intentionally harmed Li Qiang, and the charges are established." After reviewing the surveillance footage, the police officer made this decision.

I looked at her in surprise, but Xiaya acted as though she were completely oblivious to my gaze. Instead of looking at me, she fixed her earnest eyes on Chen Laohu.

Liancheng did not put on airs. With a flash of sword light between his brows, a faint sword shadow materialized beneath his feet, lifting him smoothly into mid-air so that everyone could see him clearly.

"I say," for some inexplicable reason, whenever I saw that fellow Yang Jian, my previously lost ability to speak would invariably return—perhaps because Yang Jian found my handwriting too slow and therefore restored my senses.

The heavy, muffled footsteps sounded like the beating of war drums. Within the fog, only a pair of short and long blades emitting a faint blue glow, alongside a pair of fiery red, solitary eyes, continually manifested.

So what if Sith suspected his identity? William was dead anyway, so he was the only William left. What could Sith possibly do to him?

She possessed a photographic memory and could read ten lines at a glance; she had memorized the entire set of enrollment rules with just a single look.

Li Tong was just waiting for all of Qifu's men to leave before releasing Wen Mei and the others, but as it turned out, while Qifu had departed, the soldiers serving the dishes had not yet moved.

Sandro painstakingly examined the traces. Perhaps his old eyes were failing him, or perhaps the marks were genuinely too obscure to identify; in any case, judging by his continuous head-shaking, it was clear that he, too, was entirely clueless.

It seemed like a final struggle for life, or perhaps a cry for help before death's arrival. Dark clouds obscured the moon, brewing a final storm. The entire landscape was shrouded in darkness, and the bamboo grove's formerly aggressive and jagged posture was now soaked in a profound, deathly stillness, appearing utterly dejected and powerless.

If she did not want to be fancied by some high-ranking figure in the future and taken into his inner chambers, she had no choice but to strive to become stronger. Only by possessing sufficiently formidable power could she ensure she would never become any man's appendage.

Yet, Li Tong dared not boast about his battle achievements; with Wen Mei present, he still had to maintain some shred of dignity.

"So the true mastermind behind the scenes is not Ye Xinghun, but his mother," Lianlian said.

For if they themselves proved unable to grow stronger or attain a certain level of power, they would undoubtedly be denied the kind of life that could grant them peace of mind.

"Yang! Tell me about yourself! I heard you have your own business in the Celestial Empire?" James began to steer the conversation elsewhere.