Chapter One Hundred and Four: He Zheyu’s Counterattack, Part Four

The atmosphere in the car suddenly turned cold. No one said another word. Mo Qinghan lowered the window and watched the stream of passersby outside, a faint indifference in his eyes. Once, he too had pressed forward for his dreams, his beloved, and his family; now, the only reason keeping him alive was revenge.

He Zheyu must hate him to the bone by now. As for the Zhao family and the He family, they were probably the most talked-about "delicacy" at dinner tables and over afternoon tea in elite circles these days.

Even if the He family could eventually suppress the matter, it would be like a drop of black ink falling onto a white shirt: most of the stain might be washed away, but there would always be a mark left behind.

After the three of them arrived at the company, Shang Linjun immediately convened a board meeting.

"Hehe, although I’ve never actually put it into practice, I do know the formula. In theory, it should be possible to refine it. Of course, I can’t guarantee the success rate." Qin Tian said a little awkwardly.

"Shopkeeper Xu, we have already caused you quite a bit of trouble here, and we must not drag you into this any further. Please accept this little silver as a token of our gratitude. We cannot stay here long, so we must take our leave." Su Wan said, taking out several ingots of silver and offering them to Xu Siyuan.

Min Rou also froze for a moment, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her mouth, and then she sprang lightly onto the arena.

Xia Long gave a brief, concise answer, then beckoned to Black Hawk, and Black Hawk obediently lowered itself into a submissive crouch.

Then the floodgates would be opened, the waters would surge back, the dam would collapse, and an unstoppable force would take shape. No one standing before such a tide of momentum could avoid being crushed to pieces.

That’s right. Those with abilities stand above ordinary law, and every hereditary family has such shadow forces and special sources of income. This has long been an unwritten rule tacitly accepted by the Paranormal Administration Bureau.

The boy had silver hair that shimmered with a metallic sheen, each strand like a blade of tempered steel. Anyone who knew what to look for would instantly see that he had undergone some special form of alteration and mutation. As for his build and bearing, though he did not appear especially muscular or imposing, he nevertheless gave off an extraordinarily tenacious impression.

"Ah!" The cry came from Park Suyeon, who was suddenly shoved by someone unknown. She lost her footing and her whole body slammed straight into Li Chengjie’s chest.

The husky was the first to bound over, wagging its tail and fawning shamelessly. Boss, you’re awake? Want me to buy you breakfast? Its expression was absurdly rich.

But Ah Mu had stayed by her side for many years. Even when she had resentment in her heart, she had never once laid a hand on Ah Mu. And now Shen Mingle had actually hit her.

At that thought, the people of the martial world turned their eyes toward the men of Tiger Stronghold once more. They thought that Tiger Stronghold had dominated Jinhua Prefecture for many years; setting everything else aside, the wealth it had plundered must be considerable. Even if they could not get their hands on the medicinal ginseng, it would hardly be a wasted trip if they could split Tiger Stronghold’s riches among themselves. Greed immediately rose in their hearts, and someone spoke at once.

However, not long after he had sat down, Wang Hu came rushing in from outside. "Young master?" Wang Hu saluted Meng Changsheng.

Fanghua was saying this to stall for time. Something had happened to the emperor, and the guards in the palace could not possibly be unaware. Once they arrived, the two of them would be saved.

While the two were talking, Baili Yunfei glanced at the table, and the corner of his mouth twitched again. All of his favorite dishes had been devoured by the man beside him.

To this day, no one had announced that he possessed five-star strength. The demons probably did not know, and Motian’s pride likely had kept silent. The Demon Son had plenty of rivals as well. Even if they really did know, Qianxing had nothing to fear; absolute strength needed no concealment.

Xuan Yuan Yeyan frowned suspiciously and looked in the direction the beam of light was shining. She saw that the door leading to the third underground level had somehow been opened, and Lv Luosha and the others from the Pilgrim Clan were standing at the entrance.

That white shoulder guard was made of a special material and had been issued uniformly by the academy before all the contestants entered the Mirror Gate world. Unfortunately, the teacher who handed it out had only told everyone to take good care of the "shoulder guard," without explaining what it was for.

Li Jiaojiao said nothing, only gently shook her head. The smile on her face grew brighter and brighter, yet as she smiled, a shimmering mist slowly welled up in her beautiful eyes.