Chapter 18: The Wang Family's Lackeys

Except for Wang Fugui’s lackeys, everyone else believed that Su Tian had subdued Wang Fugui in a single stroke, even turning him into a subordinate.

As for Chen Ruoxi and Yang Zhujun, their eyes were filled with more than just admiration for Su Tian; a sense of romantic affection had begun to grow.

Long Aotian felt even more convinced that he had followed the right boss. After all, everyone in the circle knew that this Wang Fugui was a...

After the meal, Mother Wen asked Wen Xining and her husband to show the Guan family around Nanjing, while she took Wansheng to the mall to do some shopping.

Just as he was feeling proud of himself, a thunderous boom erupted, and raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall. The fat man hurriedly clutched his wine flask, grabbed the half-eaten rabbit, and fled back to his straw shack to escape the rain. Unexpectedly, the roof leaked everywhere, making it impossible to stay. He pondered for a moment and remembered an old mill on the other side of the cornfield that had been abandoned for years; why not go there to take shelter?

After speaking, he kowtowed once more. Only then did the two of them rise. Now they were allowed to lift their heads slightly, but their hands had to be kept down, their bodies slightly hunched, and they were not to look the General directly in the eye. However, out of the corner of their eyes, they could still catch a glimpse of the General opposite them.

"Yes, indeed!" To have Wu Daozi design the packaging—what a grand event that would be. Chen Wanrong felt excited just thinking about it. He mimicked Old Man Chen’s habit, rubbing his face incessantly; he was burning with anticipation.

This was inevitable. Old Man Chen hesitated for a moment before asking, "Wanrong, will we still be farming our land?" Farmers always thought about their own small plots of land; he had worked these few acres for decades and had developed a deep attachment to them. Even though he knew it was no longer necessary to farm, he still had to ask.

The man spoke with a graceful and calm demeanor. Everyone looked up and saw a man in his thirties, whose carriage revealed a solid foundation in martial arts. He had straight features and a well-defined nose, with a five-strand long beard that, paired with his refined and handsome appearance, gave him a dashing air. Instantly, everyone felt a sense of goodwill toward him.

"Use this for self-defense; it's better than that insect pincer in your hand," Shangguan Wenfei said. She then climbed back up the tree, cut down a second branch, and continued her work.

The exhausted first wave retreated, making way for fresh troops to launch a new, powerful offensive.

Nodding, Mo Yun sat to the side. Shi Kai and Tian Dazhuang were busy wolfing down bowls of noodles, and Mo Yun picked up two steamed buns and began to eat as well.

Li Longji still held a sense of appreciation for his aunt, Princess Taiping. Although she had tried to do him harm, he still refrained from making any extreme remarks out of respect for their family bond.

Seeing all this, Mo Langyue felt a twinge of guilt and worry. But as he scanned the scene, he noticed that neither the Princess nor Lu Yun were among those lying there, which offered him a small measure of comfort. Their absence meant they were still alive; he reasoned it was most likely they had been captured.

Cheng Lingzhi dared not move a muscle. Rolling her eyes, she caught sight of the newcomer—it was Situ Haoyu. Her heart immediately settled; it seemed she had been saved.

I thought my grandmother, with her vast experience, would be able to tell me what was going on, but to my surprise, even she was at a loss. She said she had never encountered such a situation before.

Murong Lanxin pursed her lips and smiled faintly. Even if he wanted to fatten her up, how much difference could a meal or two of meat really make?

Both the front and back doors were kicked open, and a crowd rushed in. Most striking of all was that they were all brandishing automatic rifles.

Xin Xi, who finally grasped the sequence of events, furrowed her brow. "Are you sure he isn't just playing with you?" She had heard whispers of Situ Haoyu’s colorful history.

The "red-faced" old man shook his head and said, "I don't know them. I'm an only child; I have no brothers or sisters, so..." Before he could finish, Rabbit raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The stars were scattered across the firmament, like countless cold, sharp eyes gazing down upon the sleeping land of Dunhuang.

Huang Kui’s palm power was so formidable that, although the horse was sturdy, it was still made of flesh and blood. How could it withstand a blow capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks? The horse let out a mournful cry, collapsed with a thud, foamed at the mouth, and after a few convulsive kicks of its limbs, lay still.