Chapter 63: Fearless

Ji Huaisu lay collapsed within the ruined hall, blood streaming over her eyes, dyeing the expanding fireballs in her field of vision a brilliant crimson.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down. To Ji Huaisu, the swelling of the fireball also deceleration into a sluggish pace, its flames spreading in wisps like a blood-red flower on the verge of blooming. This truly was a fellow cautious to the extreme; even at a juncture like this, he was unwilling to close the distance, preferring to wait another second to conjure a fireball rather than step an inch closer to use the azure blaze.

Ji Huaisu knew Huang... but she found it difficult to dampen his enthusiasm, so she subtly covered for him to prevent him from suffering a complete mental collapse should he ultimately lose.

The financial backer behind the HY esports team was not investing to develop and expand the organization, but merely providing a toy for a pampered, spoiled brat in the family to dabble with.

Gu Ran's normally unsmiling face instantly tightened. She steadied herself against the side of the carriage and gazed coldly at the newcomer.

If Cao Zhuangkun refused to intervene, Cao Deyu would essentially be left with virtually no money. Originally, those businesses had been highly lucrative, but now, almost nothing was left of them.

"I understand," Xu Tiantian said in a flat tone, then pulled open the door and walked straight out.

Yuanyuan placed the flashlight securely on the ground, picked up her undergarments from the basin, and began scrubbing them on a nearby washboard.

Amidst the roaring flames of the alchemy furnace, several chunks of ore were slowly melting. The liquefied metal floated suspended in the air, its shape constantly shifting under the searing heat.

Ye Wentian's intuition had been correct after all. After searching for a long while, he finally located the director's office and gave the door a few gentle knocks.

The path grew increasingly narrow, and the houses on both sides had vanished. Gradually, a villa loomed vaguely ahead, and Song Yujia instantly understood what was about to happen. "Stop the car," Song Yujia commanded sharply.

Before Chu Tianxiong had time to overthink, he pulled open the door leading to the terrace and leaped toward the edge. This was his sole path of survival.

Seeing this, Ji Xiaorui cursed inwardly. Her fair hand struck the tree trunk once more; the force was light, but a wisp of black mist billowed from her palm. Upon touching the bark, the black mist suddenly churned like boiling water, slowly creeping upward along the trunk bit by bit.

White Wolf was a fine man of the Bai family and naturally had to keep himself pure. If the Bai family did not possess an attitude of absolute loyalty to love, how could they win the trust of their masters, the Night God family? Therefore, fidelity in love was the unwavering stance of the entire Bai family.

Director Han agreed with Yang Gu'an's suggestion and decided to transfer He Yugui to the detention center for further interrogation and an in-depth investigation. At the same time, he instructed Yang Gu'an to deal with the two white men first before arresting Chu Tianxiong.

Who could blame Mo Liang? She was currently the most favored concubine, and servants like them were in no position to cross her. If she complained to the Fifth Prince, their heads might even roll. Thus, they could only endure in silence and continue to flatter Mo Liang.

Even within the Death Camp, this person was an extremely mysterious existence. It was said that decades ago, this individual had been stationed guarding the other end of the Heaven-Reaching Bridge, and had never once left all these years.

In Huaxia, there had been quite a few instances where commercials and television dramas featuring certain celebrities were banned from broadcasting. Yet this Luo Yixuan was a newcomer who had debuted for less than a month, having merely filmed a few more commercials than an average artist, without involving anything vulgar or prohibited. Why, then, was she subjected to a ban?

"Don't you want your magic treasure anymore?" Tian Xia smiled bitterly. Had he not suffered enough? This fellow never learned his lesson, completely forgetting that just moments ago, he hadn't even wanted to twitch a muscle and had taken ages to recover.

Splendid, simply splendid! This damned lecher not only hindered her search for the undefiled young master, but also hurled a barrage of insults at her, claiming she was ugly and rattling off a heap of malicious nonsense.

Yet, though his imposing aura remained, his face was smeared with blood and grime, and his entire appearance was thoroughly disheveled. Possessing a remarkably ordinary visage to begin with, the contrast was devastatingly stark when compared to the handsome Wudang disciple.