Chapter 35: On What Grounds?

Bai Ningbing offered only a single sentence: "This is a testament. If you choose not to abide by it, then none of you will receive a single cent. Nobody is taking a dime from the Bai family."

With those words, no one in the Bai family dared to protest further.

While the matter concerning Bai Ningbing was settled, Su Tian felt his own situation was becoming complicated. The deacon had told him he was heading to Magic City, but he wasn't sure if that was really where he went.

Under the soft light, the piano frame displayed primitive patterns and eerie carvings, resembling a magnificent wooden sculpture. The aged, yellowed white keys intertwined with the gloomy, dark black keys, making it clear that this exquisite carving was, in fact, a genuine piano.

Then there were the noble clans, who unscrupulously hired desperadoes to carve out territory as best they could. At the very least, they held onto land, a scarce commodity in these times.

"I understand, Sis. Take it slow, no rush at all!" Li Xiang said with a cheerful smile, though his legs beneath the hospital blanket continued to tremble. The excruciating pain, unbearable to most, kept surging through him, causing his voice to quiver slightly.

As a judge for the Chopin Competition, her duty was to select the most outstanding Chopin performers.

Consequently, within a single day, the Qin family struck at all four major clans, and in the end, all four chose to settle the matter quietly. With this event, the Qin family’s reputation soared, and they were vaguely being hailed as the head of the five major families.

The fat man glanced at his watch, estimating that Wang Xuehai should have returned to the company, before slowly getting out of the car and heading toward the office building.

Looking up again, Yu Mingzhi spoke to Lian Ge on the other end of the video call, asking once more with practiced courtesy.

Glancing over it briefly, the mission content was not difficult; it merely required him to take charge of a martial arts school in Sky Star City called the "Fire Sword Hall."

Furthermore, the CFX had always been criticized for its lackluster solo tone, and it remained to be seen if the CF7 could change this situation.

Just as the boy had avoided them, those walking past now gave them a wider berth, stepping slightly to the side.

"I apologize! I was rude! In that case, I hope you can launch some attacks on the strongholds near this television station to help us draw away some of the garrisoned troops." Seeing the resolve in Carlos's eyes, Lin Xiaolei decided to assign them some tasks as well.

After the doctor finished speaking, he pulled Axin into the main gate, watched by those lurking on the towers to the left and right as they entered the Heart of Judgment.

The three arrived at the door smoothly. The negotiator began to converse with the robbers through the door, while Peng Sizhe appeared to have his hands hanging naturally, though he was actually holding a Type 95 rifle behind the cover of his shield, waiting for an opportunity.

This was because the giant's face had just appeared on the live broadcast of the arena battle in the Divine Ghost Black Market. Anyone in this realm who had watched the broadcast would surely remember that wild and overbearing face.

Applause suddenly erupted in the Target Center arena. Yes, applause—persistent, enduring applause—offered to the great player who had brought so much honor and glory to Minnesota.

Before long, the three reached the surface. Although they had been willing to act as bait to lure the creature out, they still felt a lingering fear now that they were actually doing it.

The bald man pulled Axin to his side with a sinister grin: "Boss, let's crush the damn thing!" He wrapped one arm around Axin while firmly grabbing the back of the Soul Eater’s neck with the other, clearly intending to use the creature as a cushion for their landing.

Quan Shengnan’s fingers traced the car window unconsciously. It was cold outside and warm inside, leaving the glass fogged over. Her touch left several clear streaks in the condensation.

The Empress’s heart sank. Feng Xi’s dream mirror was real, but why had it appeared in Feng Xi’s dream?

Regarding the previous battle, although Zhang Xu had believed that Zhao Yun might be able to defeat Yuan Shao with three thousand elite, battle-hardened soldiers, he had not expected things to go even more smoothly than imagined. Zhao Yun’s decisiveness had also exceeded his expectations.