27 A Stone (VII)

Among the many others present, an elderly man sat at the head of the table. He appeared to be in his sixties, with a full head of white hair, yet he did not seem frail or overly aged. Sitting there, he smiled warmly at everyone.

The arrival of the New Year brought a festive atmosphere to the campus. The past year had been weighed down by many burdensome memories, but with the dawn of the new year, those oppressed souls found a sense of liberation. No matter what had happened, it was now behind them; life had opened onto a fresh page.

Tong Guanxin seemed puzzled, looking at the middle-aged man with a bright and spirited face full of bewilderment.

The young man holding a wine glass showed a flicker of shock in his eyes, yet his lips curled into a cold, persistent retort.

For this reason, a special committee meeting was convened. Even Li Hongya, no longer a standing member, attended, and Zhang Hai from the Nanhu Office was called in to sit silently at the back.

The process was long and arduous. Even with Luochuan employing the rare Star-Picking Technique, it still took a full hour to preliminarily fuse the seventeen kinds of herbs together.

A sea of radiant light surged forward, engulfing everything in its path. The universes and myriad chaotic continents along the way dissolved under this brilliance, vanishing instantly above Lin Yue and the others.

“Prepare for anesthesia.” As the shadowless surgical lamp was switched on overhead, the doctor’s voice came from nearby. The operation began.

At that moment, the ward door opened, and a tall nurse entered. Behind her mask, her eyes were utterly expressionless.

While drinking, Baolina privately suggested that I offer a toast to each person as a gesture of respect. After all, I was hosting this banquet as the master of ceremonies.

The man gazed ahead; the water in the pool visually merged with the distant sea horizon, forming a seamless line.

Although the second-in-command seemed somewhat adept with his short axe, he was hardly a martial arts master. In the original movie, he was swiftly defeated by the main character, so there was no way he could evade Ye Mo’s grasp.

Xu Liuyin saw Mu Jincheng lying quietly in bed. At this moment, he was utterly still, his eyelids tightly shut. Perhaps sensing the safety of his surroundings, he no longer struggled or panicked to the point of forgetting how to breathe instinctively.

Jensen was astonished because he hadn’t expected the boss of such a grand conglomerate to be so young—a truly promising talent.

However, this man’s cultivation was unfathomably profound, a mid-stage yin-deficient expert. Suddenly, he snapped open his eyes and without hesitation struck the storage pouch at his waist.

After saying this, a genuine look of confusion appeared on her face. She then glanced around our room several times before opening a can of beer and taking a sip.

When Guo Jia complained of fatigue, Cao Fang and Man Chong’s expressions diverged sharply. Cao Fang’s cheeks flushed a deep red, as if painted with rouge, while the two mounds beneath her clothes trembled uneasily, as if ready to burst forth.

But Mu Chengjun did not give her a chance to be fearful. He slammed on the brakes. Ruan Nuan saw the tires swerve, and then the car roared as it backed toward her.

Malong and Mahu finally reached the gate, struggling to pry it open just enough to slip through. Lü Zhuo glanced back unwillingly. Though only a fleeting glance, he still saw the corpses of Zhou Cang and the others.

The meaning of this statement was crystal clear: he would only protect Madam Jiang; as for Fu Liuyin, it was none of his concern.

At this, the young man truly panicked. His magic had not fully activated, and after the first blow, he was injured. If all ten strikes landed on him, it was likely he would perish.

Xiao Qiliang glanced at the door that suddenly closed again. A trace of nervousness flickered through his eyes. At that moment, he felt as if he had been locked inside a cage.

Fortunately, someone reported to the police in time. In the end, after several officers appealed to them with reason and compassion, they were persuaded to relent.

The Immortal Emperor had long anticipated Qin Yan’s betrayal and immediately turned around to point at him.

The disadvantage of the Sky-Bear’s choice was that Tang Yuan could seize the moment when he paused to counterattack Zhou Xingyun, quickly pulling Han Qiuling away to create distance.

Only then did Zhang Tai notice that Xie Bing was accompanied by another person. But since Xie Bing had only been permitted to bring one companion, and he indeed brought just one, Zhang Tai said nothing further.

“Who’s speaking?!” Han Chen searched the entire hall but found no one else present.

“Big brother, her name is Axiu. We met her on the way to Wan City,” Lin Feng introduced Axiu, his face inexplicably flushed.

“In what capacity will you go? Continue impersonating Sabat, or appear under your own identity?” Qian Jun shook his head, believing neither option was viable.

Yet, considering that Zhou Zhuangsheng had been responsible for the charity foundation for so long without ever appearing publicly, why was he trying to deceive him now?

The five great families of the capital all faced similar situations, except the Li family, whose opinions were unusually united. They decided not to intervene, for their hearts were devoted solely to medicine, not political intrigue.

“How to profit from this?” After Chen Bin and the others were taken away, several men who had seized weapons gathered together.