Chapter 36: The End

Chen Ping dared not call it a bother. "Sir, if you have the time, please come to my company. I would like to sign a contract with you; it would be beneficial for both of us."

Su Tian understood this perfectly.

"Fine. Where is your company located? I will head over immediately."

"..."

Ever since he discovered an intruder within the CR Group, he had been wearing his electric shock gloves. No one would idly observe his gloves, and now, they served as his final and greatest trump card.

Shan Qinqin gritted her teeth in frustration. "The first-place vote count is terrifyingly high; it looks fake no matter how you slice it. Mom, can you find an insider and ask if her votes were tampered with?"

"Feier, why won't you believe me? Why won't you forgive me?" Shangguan Honglie’s expression darkened. He had done so many things for her that he had never done before—why did she remain so indifferent?

When Bai Qi put it that way, Wang Mang understood: he was saying that although Shangguan Wan'er possessed profound strength, she lacked real combat experience. If it came down to a real fight, the outcome would be uncertain.

It wasn't that Wang Dong was heartless. As the saying goes, even a tiger does not devour its own cubs. Who would want to treat their own kin or brothers as enemies? But when faced with a choice between morality and duty, one must sometimes choose duty.

"It seems quite serious, then. Which unlucky fellow is the green dragon that got captured?" Quel'Thalas asked.

As for this bow, Chang'an could barely even hold it, let alone draw it. After lifting it once, she handed it back to Chen Ruolin.

What kind of vision or ability to control the big picture could such a eunuch possibly have? It was pitiful that the Kong Organization, which Elder Xun had spent ten years cultivating and building since the late Emperor's reign, had been treated by the new Emperor as a mere tool to please a favorite, handed over so casually.

As soon as Wang Xi finished speaking, the generals in the county office suddenly understood. They had heard stories about how the four great families had been severely disciplined by the imperial court, but they hadn't realized the situation was this dire—the court had used the strength of the four great families of Nanyang to directly procure the military supplies needed for the southern expedition to suppress the rebellion.

An Yin turned on the device, then took out her phone to dial Lin Lin's number. The phone in her other hand began to ring.

The crisp sound was like a sharp blade, piercing through the heavy curtains and striking straight into the heart.

Lin Yue'er stared blankly at Bai Mu on the large screen, a trace of bitterness and a sense of bewilderment rising in her heart for reasons unknown.

The two gradually walked away, and the perspective from which Xia Xiaobing watched them slowly leveled out from an overhead view. Yet, even until those two figures disappeared from sight, they showed no signs of any excessive intimacy.

When he left Xia Xiaobing's room at four in the morning, he had still been stubborn, spouting nonsense about how he "didn't like being passive." Looking back now, it was nothing more than a bruised ego, refusing to admit the reality that he had been submissive after being overpowered by the older woman.

He strolled along, taking out a white handkerchief to wipe away the blood that had inadvertently splashed onto his face and parts of his body.

The youth wore a slightly worn long gown, his voice resonant and powerful; even with a somewhat delicate tone, it possessed an inexplicable strength.

"Do ordinary people not have the right to know these things?" Komon looked at Lin Sha, demanding an explanation.

When that time came, everyone would be on equal footing, and perhaps they would also get to enjoy the things the others had always kept for themselves.

Not long after they began recording the video, the two entered the main gate of the villa where Tokugawa himself resided. The floor was covered in an endless red carpet, its edges embroidered with golden threads.

Although his body had been remodeled, making standard attacks completely ineffective, the force of each punch penetrated his skin and erupted directly inside his body, causing him genuine agony.