Chapter Seventy-four: Doing Good

However, seeing that Ma Wu’s movements were neither frivolous nor impudent, and that his gaze was clear as he turned to leave, she bit her lip and whispered to him, “S-sir, why don’t you sleep on the bed as well? I…I trust you.” Warmth filled Ma Wu’s heart. He turned back, gently touching his sister’s cheek, smiling as he replied, “No need, I’ll sleep on the sofa. You two rest well, don’t worry.” With that, Ma Wu walked away.

Clutching the food box, she watched as Nanny escorted her to the door, then vanished in a flash, leaving only the stone door slightly ajar. Unlike before, not even a single servant lingered nearby to look in; the atmosphere was truly strange.

The sisterly bond she once cherished most had become meaningless before that man.

Before her stood the Merchants’ Guild, a luxurious four-story office building, more splendid than any professional association Qin Chuan had ever seen. After all, merchants were made to make money—no association was wealthier than the Merchants’ Guild.

“They’re nothing but capable eccentrics, astrologers, and idle folk,” the youth replied gruffly. It wasn’t wrong to call the three of them idle, for that was exactly what they were.

“You fought well just now, didn’t you? Even if I die, I’ll make sure you go before me!” David muttered to himself as he strode toward Long Zhan.

When Di Qingyun saw Di Jiu, his eyes flickered and his lips moved, but in the end, he couldn’t utter a single word.

“Did you see any outsiders just now?” If there’s something you can’t handle, you must learn to ask for help.

Wherever he passed, nothing was left intact. He attacked anything in sight, leaving not a blade of grass untouched, utterly ruthless.

She had studied abroad just to be worthy of her brother and to help him—what was it all for?

“Director Han, please wait a moment!” Lin Hao said to Han Xin, then walked straight toward Lin Zihan.

Tang Luo didn’t care much. If Zhou Peng wouldn’t come to Mian Guang, then Tang Luo would just take a trip to Yue City after returning.

After listening for a while, Yun Xuan more or less understood the situation—it seemed the car had suddenly stalled and wouldn’t start.

“You’re with the Kamikaze Special Forces?” Glancing around, Number Ten’s mind gradually cleared, memories coming back in a rush.

“Yes, Brother Xuan, that night you did try to kill Dala…” Tan Xiang pressed her red lips together and answered softly.

The ghost shrieked incessantly at Lin Yu, who watched it warily. If not for Lin Yu’s presence, it would have pounced on Tang Yanxue long ago.

“Me?” Ye Yiling arched his brow at her. “Really?” he said, leaning closer to Chen Suxin, a mysterious smile on his lips.

Just then, as San Pang finished speaking, a pale, bony hand landed on his shoulder.

As the hound was about to succeed, Qin Zihao’s body shuddered violently, and a surge of energy burst from his skin, whipping up a fierce wind.

“Cynthia, I’ve always seen you as a little sister, and I already have three—if I take on more, what would that make me?” Cynthia had always been a cool beauty, but three was already his mental limit; he would never allow himself to take more than his share.

After that, Lin Yu activated the teleportation array five or six more times, ferrying the other prisoners from the dungeon to the Latchell Mountains one by one.

Hearing the agonized cries of her companion, those who had been sitting around joking immediately grabbed their weapons and surrounded Shi Hui.

Several cars blocked the road, and all the passengers converged on the middle-aged man. He knew escape would be difficult, and in his panic, he couldn’t help but curse aloud.

“Mo Chen!” An Ruchu watched his brooding figure recede into the distance, her heart sinking inch by inch.

“Damn, this is infuriating! I wish I could crush every foreign team that ever mocked us!” Jiang Cheng ground his teeth in anger, though it was all talk. With their current strength, they couldn’t even dominate the domestic teams, let alone the foreign ones.