Digging a Pit for Tang San

"Once a contract is established, those who break it shall suffer the wrath of the rock. Trust me, you do not want to experience that punishment."

Qian Yunyu looked calmly at Dugu Bo; whether or not he chose to awaken his Vision mattered little to her.

Out of sheer moral principle, she had given Dugu Bo three choices—after all, as long as someone wasn't her enemy, she could be quite reasonable at times.

After a long while, seeing the heavy frown on Dugu Bo's brow smooth out, Qian Yunyu's voice sounded: "Think—"

"She is my younger sister, Yan Bai." Yan Shiliang led Jin Bai forward and began the introduction.

Even Ye Lanling, who usually appeared composed and at ease, was surprised. She had not expected Rong Xueyan and Ye Qiaoling to appear here.

Taking the lead, Wang Lu drew the military saber from his waist and lunged forward like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

"I know. I don't mean her; I mean your other sister." Clearly displeased by Huang Bo's interruption, the old lady shot him a disgruntled glance.

From afar, she could see the determination on Delfi's exquisite face, as well as the cautious anxiety and reluctance hidden beneath Saphina's composure.

Chu Fang still offered no defense, yet he thought to himself: as long as the money he earned was enough for him to live on, wasn't that enough? Spending his free time doing things he genuinely wanted to do—wasn't that rather wonderful? He truly felt that such a lifestyle was deeply fulfilling.

Jin Bai raised a smile of supreme innocence, gazing at the man who was using a scalpel to slice open his own chest. That was the man she once believed loved her; he used an expression of doting tenderness to comfort Jin Yue, but when his gaze turned to her, it had become cold and filled with disgust.

"I'll talk to you later." Mu Yu quickly took the phone, pressed it against her ear, and listened intently to the ringing tone coming from the receiver.

The Lin family could afford to support them anyway, and protecting the masters was of the utmost importance. If they wanted to maintain a private army, then so be it.

It wasn't that Ye Ziqi had never thought of leaving that place, but she knew that if she resigned, a furious Jiang Jinxin would surely come after her, and her elder sister might also encounter trouble. Thus, she had no choice but to remain there.

At that moment, an elderly woman shuffled in, carrying some vegetables on her back—it appeared she had not managed to sell them all.

"What good is it to tell me things so sweetly? It only counts if people on the outside believe you," Cen Kexin said.

"Young Master Ye, we shall meet again if it is meant to be. This old man will take his leave first," said Daoist Tianmian, dashing out the door and flying up into the sky.

"Dammit! Tomorrow is the seventh day, and now you're telling me that information on that thing is completely untraceable?" Glaring with a sinister gaze at his intelligence directors and Dinke, who didn't even dare to draw a breath nearby, Bing Qirui felt a wave of profound exhaustion.

"Thank you, President Qiao." Nie Wanluo nodded slightly to her colleagues present, took her seat with calm poise and grace, acting like a seasoned veteran of the workplace.

After taking over Wei Yehua's position, and behind Old Wei's back, Aifeng had guided the backbone members of the Hexagram step by step into Country A, establishing a streamlined yet immensely powerful team.

"Since you didn't take the opportunity to attack me, I'll let you give it a try," Qiming said with a gentle smile.

She saw his sensual, thin lips—slightly pale—rushing toward her with a wave of heat. They firmly covered her lips, and then he breathed heavily against them.

That guy Song Chong, regardless of whether he was playing a bruiser or a long-range champion, always fought as though he were wielding Talon.

Zhang Xiaoya truly refused to mend her ways. He had originally thought she genuinely knew she was wrong. But it turned out he was the mistaken one; perhaps she cried to them simply because she harbored too much hatred in her heart. Beating her suitor into such a state was equivalent to delivering a slap across Zhang Xiaoya's face, utterly shattering her last shred of self-esteem.

It seemed his reaction time, awareness, and operational skills were merely slightly below average in the professional esports arena.

Qi Yue closed her eyes in agony, yet her mind projected the scene of her grandmother lying in the hospital with tubes inserted all over her body.