Eighty-six

At last, Su Yun realized what was amiss. How was it that every time something happened to He Mian, Zhuang Jiang knew immediately? Even earlier, it was Zhuang Jiang who answered the call. And how did Wei Qing learn of He Mian’s injury and rush over in such haste?

Now, even the details of how He Mian was shot were clear to Zhuang Jiang, as though she had been present at the scene herself.

Zhuang Jiang’s expression changed abruptly, cursing herself for her loose tongue, but she quickly regained her composure. “That’s right, ...”

And just as Kratos vented his fury upon the fishing net, the thunderous roar of Barrett’s gunfire rang out again.

Seeing that Sixth Master still remembered his second brother’s departure, Chu Mingqiu kindly tried to defend his brother, only to earn a harsh scolding from the old man.

Spotting the black armor forcibly stripped from the blood rain, Maitreya hurriedly warned Govi.

Though Duan Cheng sat in his own seat, he was not far from Qin Tang and Han Yan, his gaze lingering on their side, watching their every move.

Qin Tang would naturally not appear during the preliminary rounds, content to observe from behind the scenes and cross off the many contestants whose appearance and aura he disliked at first glance.

Consoled by Daisy, Luka, who had finally managed to stop her tears, wanted to lay her brother to rest, but at that very moment, a memory from childhood surged into her mind.

Three shots rang out in quick succession—bang, bang, bang—each bullet grazing Jinx’s cheeks and the sides of her neck. The heat from the rounds seared her skin, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Du Boyan, a master at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, had actually ambushed him. Such treachery made Liu Yansong deeply despise him, instantly igniting his murderous intent. Had his own cultivation been lacking, he would have been ensnared in an instant by the Demon-Binding Rope that Du Boyan had unleashed.

When Wang Shengli and Zuo Jinbei returned, they played this game in the courtyard. But no one wanted to be on the rightist side, so they forced Juanzi and Shunzi into the roles and began a round of criticism.

Of course, by regulation, these soldiers could not leave the army at will. Even to return home required approval from their superior officers. Otherwise, the military would be no different from home—coming and going as one pleased.

Upon hearing this, Tek’s expression changed dramatically, his eyes once full of terror and despair now blazing with fury and an undercurrent of sorrow.

At their level, it could take decades to make even the smallest progress. Yet in the blink of an eye, Qi Yun had ascended an entire step—truly astonishing.

According to local Japanese policy, after three years of registration, a domestic Japanese company could sell its shares to the new Chuangye Electronics Company. Meanwhile, despite being a foreign enterprise, Chuangye Electronics’ Japanese branch enjoyed nearly all the privileges of a domestic Japanese firm.

Everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly that everyone was left dumbfounded. Could it be that Li Xin had fallen asleep at the wheel? That made no sense—she had just accelerated moments before.

“Chen Jun, why are you running away?” Qin Yuqing silently asked in her heart, yet she no longer had the strength to voice the question. That simple sentence pressed upon her chest like a mountain, leaving her breathless.

Not to mention Zhang Liao fighting Guan Yu—just speaking of Gao Shun leading his troops straight at Liu Bei, even with Zhang Fei at his side, Liu Bei’s forces were no match for Gao Shun’s superior numbers. After a bitter struggle, they were ultimately defeated and forced to retreat to the northwest.

“Knock, knock, knock!” The coachman, quick-witted as ever, stepped forward, grasped the cold brass knocker, and rapped upon the door.

If one never dared to use their own technology and equipment for fear of technical shortcomings or quality issues, then advanced technology and production capability would never simply fall from the sky.

If all of this was not a dream, and the Windrider was not disguised as a God-Given ZG-type mecha, but achieved purely through the pilot’s own physical prowess and martial arts, then there was only one word to describe it—miraculous.