Chapter 74: The Verdict—If I Were a Good Kite Flyer

“When did you start working as an assassin?” Fang Wenxuan looked at Chen He and asked.

“When I was sixteen. From a young age, my mother not only instilled hatred in me, but also sent me to a martial arts school. She passed away when I was seven, but I didn’t give up; I kept attending the martial arts school. Before I turned sixteen, I hadn’t taken any jobs. After I turned eighteen, the elderly man who adopted me had spent all the savings he gave me. I had no money, so I decided to start accepting assignments.” Chen He looked at Fang Wenxuan as he spoke.

“You didn’t kill Luo Yongsheng back then, only acting years later. Was it because of Huang Qin?” Fang Wenxuan looked at Chen He and went straight to the point.

Chen He stared at Fang Wenxuan in astonishment, then laughed. “Wenxuan, I should—”

“Our goals are the same,” Iron Blood War Ao Tian smiled faintly at Zhuo Yifan, as if the other's fate was already in his grasp.

“Tch, so you think striking a pose makes you impressive?” The group of bald, middle-aged men scoffed, grabbed chairs from the ground, and charged forward.

Tang Jian laughed heartily, gave instructions to Deng Yimeng and Jelena, then walked out the main door. He got into a car, signaled for his chief guard Chen Chusheng to get in, and headed toward the parliament building.

This indicated that in a new environment, new dangers might arise, so everyone remained alert.

A simple line, yet it revealed so much. What did it mean? It meant that a level fifty-five player could wield this level seventy spiritual weapon, and their combat power would multiply exponentially.

“Very well, then I’ll immediately return to the Nar Group, start mobilizing funds, and prepare to face the Changfeng Group’s offensive.” Anna rose slowly, the fatigue disappearing from her face. She smiled at Su Jingwen and Han Feifei, then turned and walked out of the office.

After hearing Yamamoto Isoroku’s explanation, Togo Heihachiro felt somewhat reassured. He was worried this was a plot by Huaxia, since the East Sea Fleet was about to return soon.

Oshima Yoshimasa put down the binoculars, a smug smile on his lips. Under the counterattack of the heavy artillery, the Pacific Fleet’s offensive was hindered; their attacks were no longer as fierce as before. Several warships maneuvered constantly on the sea, evading fire, and the rate of cannon fire had slowed considerably.

The Prince of Jin finished speaking and swept a cold gaze across the crowd. Then, with a flash, the sound of slaps rang out, and the four great families’ members were all struck, including Xiao Qian.

At that moment, he realized his vision had frozen. No matter how he tried, his mental power could not extend further—it seemed he had reached his limit.

“Fourth brother, our father has just passed, his bones not yet cold, and now he must watch his sons fighting each other from the heavens. Fourth brother, guess what our father would say?” Qi Mubai stood with hands behind his back, like a stone Buddha, looking down at Qi Xuanlin.

He knew it was inappropriate to activate temporal stasis in such a place, yet a mischievous thought kept urging him. In the end, he couldn’t resist and triggered temporal stasis.

Lin Yuan naturally sent a formal invitation to Ruan Lingyin. When Ruan Lingyin heard that Lady Dongping had personally come to the Noble Duke’s residence but only visited Lin Yuan, she felt vexed.

Just then, a eunuch came to report that Prince Liang, Li Yin, had arrived at the Ganlu Hall with Lady Yang to pay respects.

“I’ve got it!” A brilliant idea flashed in Ye Fan’s mind. He waited by the roadside for temporal stasis to fade, and then the word echoed in his mind: “Fix.”

He recalled the scene when Guan Yunshan visited the Lin family last night—it was almost identical to this moment. Suspicion crept in: could this be the Martial God’s peculiar habit?

The attendant mentioned Zhang Yuci’s poisoning and several imperial relatives delivering secret messages to the palace. As the Empress listened, her eyes gradually brightened.

It is a creature of water and fire, capable of spraying water and breathing fire. Its cry resembles an infant’s wail. With nine heads, it is thus called the Nine Infants.

“Just for your words, ‘heroes are not judged by their origins,’ if ever I require your help, Jiang Hongze will brave any danger for you without hesitation.” Jiang Hongze clasped his hands in salute and spoke to Li Ke.