Chapter 59 Lin Hui’s Concern

That woman showed no sign of having done anything wrong. Instead, she spoke to Lin Hui with righteous indignation, “On what grounds did you announce the news of the deceased’s death without consulting us? Luo Yongsheng is not just an ordinary person—he’s the most prominent real estate mogul in City A. If news of his death gets out, the stock price will plummet, which means tremendous financial losses for the company. We pay so many taxes every month—how is it that you can’t even handle this minor matter?”

Fang Wenxuan steadied himself and scrutinized the woman before him. Despite her designer clothes, exquisite makeup, and jet-black dyed hair, she could not conceal the marks of age. Judging by her appearance, Fang Wenxuan guessed that she was in her forties or fifties. From this, he could surmise her identity and understand the reason for her outrage.

“Director Liu—”

“A wise saying. What you say makes sense. Whether practicing meditation or martial arts, every movement of the hands or mouth is also a movement of the heart. That is the true path to progress,” Xuan Zheng replied.

“It’s impressive that you still have the mood to swing here. Are you aware that people suspect you of plotting against the imperial heir?” Liu Bingyi affected a serious tone as he looked at Huo Chengjun, who lounged there at ease.

Once Bai Qing had calmed down a little, he recounted the events of that day to me. The account matched Zhou Mo’s for the most part: hundreds of thugs surrounded the villa. After a fierce fight, everyone inside was hauled into a truck and taken to an unknown place.

“Master, it’s been a long time since you danced. Sister Yunse, ever since you left the residence, the master has seldom been like this.” Huo Chengjun certainly regretted Yunse’s departure, but she could not selfishly make her stay. That winter, Huo Chengjun’s illness had caused her much worry for Yunse.

When I woke up, it was already half past ten in the morning. Life without work is truly decadent—or perhaps it’s simply that life without purpose turns degenerate.

As for Ma Hou’s intelligence, Liu Quan knew it better than anyone. He never expected any great achievements from him. He simply arranged for him to cooperate with Mad Dog and Li Bo when they returned, reminding him not to contradict or cause trouble, but to follow their instructions in all things.

“Damn, you’re too blunt. I can’t chat with you anymore. Just think carefully about what to do with this situation!” Wang Jun frowned and responded, then turned and headed to his own room.

The atmosphere had deteriorated to its worst. If I didn’t say something, Erpao might explode at any moment. Yet, deep down, I still did not want to make any concession.

“You’re still resentful that the general didn’t choose you, but picked him…” Aliyev teased.

The star was indeed enormous! Yet it turned out to be a mist star—a planet composed entirely of the thick fog that surrounded them. The color of the mist was much deeper than that of the soul beasts.

“It looks similar, but it isn’t a Mechanized Divine Retribution Sphere. It’s probably an imitation,” said the long-faced man, whose knowledge clearly exceeded that of Big Head.

When Gao Haotian came to call her for dinner, she was already awake, leaning against the headboard with a faint blush on her cheeks, her expression languid and alluring.

“Was that your friend just now?” Gao Haotian had actually been watching Xiang Yunqing for a while—he noticed her as soon as he entered the bar.

He finally managed to leave. With his furrowed brow and dejected look, he seemed like a condemned man being led to the gallows.

Given the circumstances, it was actually safer for the guards to stick together; after all, there’s strength in numbers. But there was no helping it—the canal was only so wide, and even if they had enough boats, it was impossible to get so many across at once.

Mu Xifeng’s face was icy as he strode forward three times in succession. Each step was light, yet a heavy, muffled thud resounded, as if a giant hammer struck the heart of every beastman present.

Those eyes were as clear as the blue sea, with pupils jet-black and shining, the whites tinged with a faint blue, pure and without a trace of impurity. Zhong Yue was suddenly reminded of that sense of familiarity at the auction—it was these eyes, so like Yu Hao’s, which were as limpid as a spring.

“You’re just too sharp-tongued. Everything changes flavor once you talk about it,” Tong En laughed so hard she could barely straighten up.

“Fine. If money isn’t an issue, Director Liang, let’s keep our agreement. Girl, fetch your brother the tea mug,” Yang Weicheng said.