Chapter 94: The Murderer

"Why was the blood type test different the last time?" Cheng Fei said, looking at the report.

Fang Wenxuan thought for a moment and said, "Captain, I think that also explains why Mu Fuqiang later made such a drastic change toward his daughter, even going so far as to take back the shares."

"How do you mean?" Lin Hui asked, looking at Fang Wenxuan.

"Captain, let’s take the report back and have Forensic Doctor Qin look at it. Let’s find out what blood type Mu Xu actually has. Then we can get a strand of Mu Fuqiang’s hair and see what his blood type really is," Fang Wenxuan said to Cheng Fei.

"Why do we have to do that? How come everyone else understands except me? Someone explain it to me," Lin Hui said to Fang Wenxuan and Cheng Fei.

But as long as it was a brigade that grew cotton, every year there would always be some cotton reserved for private use, or some that did not meet the standard for delivery.

"For a car this expensive, ordinary people like us could work from the age of the ape-men and still never afford it," Lin Xi kept muttering.

Serving celebrities who only appeared on television, or customers with a certain level of status, could make even experienced waiters nervous, but robots would never feel that way.

The Hero Association’s evaluation had already been underway for two days. If they had truly wanted to take part, the reincarnators would probably already have passed the review.

Chen Miao shook his head, preparing to refuse. Helping him get promoted to director had already been nothing but empty promises, let alone the deputy director of the Special Affairs Bureau. Even if, in theory, it was only a lateral transfer, anyone with half a brain could tell how vast the difference in real authority was between the two.

With a grave expression, Zhou Shen read out word for word what the old gentleman had never said for decades. Yes, the old gentleman had given them the manuscript.

It was only when the Bo family tried to take a share of their profits that they started to jump up and down. As for the people of Jiangnan, who would care?

Xia Qingmai had long since noticed the man beside Sun Fugui. Seeing that he looked somewhat familiar, she said nothing.

At first, Xia Qingmai had wanted to take the chance to get a few things out of Rui'an Palace, but now it seemed that could wait.

Lin Kuang only knew one thing: he was truly under attack from both inside and out now. Not only was there someone like Wei Kuang, there were also monstrous figures like the Demon King Yaotian outside. It was, to put it mildly, an extremely difficult situation.

In any case, the seal on him had already been broken. If he wanted to take Mo Tie and flee, no one could stop him.

But in the next instant, Sun Shengyuan saw a huge handprint fall from the sky, and with a slap, it crushed a Profound Yin Earth Dragon on the spot.

Yet Zhao Rongheng was immediately disappointed. The young man before him, the instant he made his move, slipped his right foot behind his left and passed the ball to the top of the penalty arc.

Especially without the ball at his feet, Dai Zhiwei relied on his top speed of 96 and acceleration of 94 to desperately catch up with the football and charge toward the Liaoning Hongyuan penalty area.

He was the number one expert of Qingfeng Town, his cultivation level a full two ranks above Mo Xiao’s. And yet what happened? The moment he faced Mo Xiao, his leg was broken; he could be said to have been taken out in a single strike as well. He truly could not understand why.

The trailing score was clearly something none of the players in the Chinese team jerseys could accept. In the closing minutes of the first half, under Dai Zhiwei’s leadership, they launched a furious counterattack, battering the Iranian goal with wave after wave of relentless assaults.

Sure enough, after a brief drizzle, the sky began flashing with lightning and thunder. Winds howled across the ground, the rain came down in torrents, and the entire world was left with nothing but the crackling sound of raindrops smashing into the earth, as if it meant to drown everything in sight.

"Hey? Who are you?" The old gatekeeper hurriedly got up to stop him, but the man showed him no respect at all. He raised his hand and slapped the old fellow so hard that he spun three full circles on the spot.

The first page that came into view was the table of contents. Wenxin glanced at it and turned the page, but the front-facing side of the first page revealed behind it was blank, with nothing at all on it.

The Pingchuan barrier was pitch-black. Using my heavenly eye, I found that Che Wufei and the others were hiding in a clump of bamboo.

Behind a long table sat a middle-aged man in a white lab coat. He was a little bald on top, and his dark face was set behind a pair of thick glasses as large as bottle bottoms.

That faint smile of hers, though not quite enough to be called a beauty that could topple kingdoms, was more than enough to deserve the words enchanting and captivating. Even someone as seasoned as Brother Xu could not help being struck by that radiant smile, his old heart thumping wildly without end.