Chapter 45: Never Be Too Pleasant to Men Too Often

Li Yanglei cast a sidelong glance at him and said, "No need." She hadn't expected the other man to be such a henpecked husband, which completely contradicted his usual image.

Had they been in Singapore, Chen Li would have had a hundred ways to make Qin Fan disappear from this world. But this was Yanjing; no matter how influential the Chen family of Singapore might be, their reach could not extend this far.

By "they have arrived," he was referring to the ghost messengers. The gust of wind just now was the nether Qi brought from the underworld by the ghosts. The reason for wearing masks was to prevent their plan from being exposed and their identities from being recognized by the ghostly escorts. Violating heavenly decrees was no small matter, and they could not afford to be careless.

Meng Xiaowei was not good at lying and quickly changed the subject. Meng Jianguo had always opposed her relationship with Qin Fan; if he were to find out that she had just been acting all lovey-dovey with Qin Fan, there was no telling how furious Meng Jianguo would become.

To them, snuffing out the life of an ordinary person was as trivial as crushing an ant, and they wouldn't care in the least.

However, upon second thought, the goods she had purchased earlier would still yield a profit of at least fifteen million. Calculated this way, she wasn't at a complete loss.

"Mr. Chen, how certain are you?" A leader who lacked wisdom could hardly remain a leader; naturally, he understood the implication behind Chen Feng's words.

Lei San wanted to open a restaurant in the town, but he lacked starting capital. Although Bai Qiang had money, Lei San was already heavily in debt to him and was reluctant to ask Bai Qiang for more, which led him to think of Liang Feng and consider borrowing money from him.

With facial features as sharp and chiseled as a knife and a sturdy build, he wore a coarse cloth undershirt. However, this handsome man's lips were deathly white, and his complexion lacked a single trace of blood—he looked every bit like a corpse.

Possessing dual malicious spirits was relatively rare because souls were simply insufficient to sustain two simultaneously, especially when one fought at a distance and the other in close combat.

"Fine! I will no longer interfere in your personal feud with Li Maoxin. Whether he lives or dies is entirely up to you, Boss Kui," the man on the phone said indifferently.

Xu Yuanxing's eyes flickered slightly as if he had thought of something. Yet, instead of voicing it, he raised his head to look at Hou Yi.

However, the majority of the guests looked at Chen Hao as if he were an idiot. A mighty dragon cannot crush a local serpent; even if Chen Hao possessed a certain degree of strength, facing the combined forces of the two major families in Shanghai, he would likely have to lie low.

The man chuckled. "I am nameless; you can just call me Drunkard!" With that, he picked up the gourd hanging at his waist, uncapped it, and took a large gulp, instantly filling the carriage with the aroma of wine.

Wang Zhenyu made up his mind: if the He and Gu families were willing to follow him and had the capability to control the entire Gelaohui in western Hunan, he would reward them by granting them the monopoly on salt. Surely, no one could resist such a massive temptation.

Midnight had just passed, leaving two more hours until dawn. In other words, in less than two hours, Yang Wang would have to leave this place.

When he arrived at the old madman's residence, the eccentric Taoist had already procured a complete set of alchemy tools—ranging from the alchemy furnace to the jade bottles for collecting pills, nothing was missing.

Suddenly, I recalled Luo's suggestion. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to actually join him and contribute my share to the grand cause of destroying the world. But immediately, I shook my head, banishing this absurd thought from my mind. How could I possibly blame my own setbacks on someone else?

Setting off this afternoon seemed a bit hurried, but Hua Lang raised no objections and nodded in painful agreement.

The Sea Emperor Trident was truly the monarch of the oceans. Originally the weapon of the Mermaid King Liu Qing, it had been handed over to Liu Qing's daughter Liu Qing after he went into secluded cultivation, leading to a meteoric rise in her strength.

Within the four eyes of the double-headed flame-crowned eagle, it remained difficult to track Lu Qi's movements; he appeared and vanished unpredictably, defying comprehension. Consequently, it could only keep its distance and launch indiscriminate fire attacks, its fireball projectiles scattering haphazardly.

Amidst her elation, Wulan of the Word Path struck Lu Qi across the face with a slap and then turned and walked away.

Lü Bu also noticed Xu Chu's performance. Since Yao Guangxiao wished to leave, Lü Bu had no intention of pressing him to stay either.

Liming Xue did not dare to pause for even a half-moment, running while activating the talismans she had left along the way. When she hurried out, Nan Wuxiang had already emerged from the passage; she scooped him up and departed from above.

Sitting at the very bottom of the seating arrangement, Shi Lübo and Bierdu were startled. They exchanged cautious glances and remained silent. Matters concerning Puyue—and by extension themselves—were not things they dared to opine on recklessly.

At this moment, he no longer wore the guise of an old charlatan; instead, he exuded the dignified aura of a true educator.

"Probably not, my younger sister couldn't possibly be a shut-in otaku..." Yi Le muttered in denial. Having a sister who was an otaku was simply too abnormal, but what if she really was one?

"Master, why was the previous breakthrough so effortless, while this one took considerably longer?" Lu Qi asked with a puzzled expression.

"Big brother, you're talking nonsense again! The two of us combined might not even be able to budge that Heavenly Halberd. Brother Xue is only a few years older than us, how could he possibly wield it!" Zhou Wu retorted.

After Xue'er withdrew her channeled power, Lu Qi immediately carried her on his back to administer treatment. Due to the excessive physical exertion this time, Xue'er would need to rest for several days before she could resume cultivation.

Zhou Yushen seemed to have just noticed that this person hadn't left. The gentle expression on his face vanished, replaced by his usual unapproachable aura.

Hong Xiuquan had finally thoroughly outmaneuvered Xiao Chaogui by assigning him the trivial chore of singing, a thought that brought him secret delight.

Even though Chen Mu had repeatedly warned her in the past that Zhou Yushen's identity was extraordinary, she had never taken it seriously.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Feng Lin discovered that besides Suiming, Zining, who had been there earlier, was also present.

At the same time, the back of her long dress suddenly swelled out as if something new had grown underneath.

Having made up his mind, Xu Feng decided to cultivate this Cleaver of Heavens Swordsmanship and see no need to inspect any further.

The monkey showman let out a miserable shriek. Concurrently, countless gazes, sharp as blades, pierced toward him in unison.