Chapter 118: Boyle Heights Once More

The police officer intercepted the passing vehicles, approached the fallen Xiao Mo with his handgun raised, kicked away the knife, checked for a pulse at his neck, and shook his head—he was gone.

"He suddenly ran out, brandishing a knife! There was no way I could react in time!" The driver stepped out of the car, hands held high, shouting loudly.

There was no time to deal with him for the moment. The officers were busy soothing the panicked crowd, doing their best to keep everyone calm.

"Everyone, do not run! The suspect has already—"

"Lady Fangfei, my apologies, but I am acting under the orders of the Empress Dowager. Since suspicious items were discovered, I must report this to the Emperor and the Empress Dowager. From now on, no one is permitted to enter or leave Fangfei Palace!" The head of the guards spoke with a measure of caution, yet remained relatively polite toward Lady Fangfei.

For a moment, Lin Yifan was left speechless, feeling utterly awkward; this was, indeed, entirely outside the scope of his considerations.

With this single move, Young Master Mingyue utterly pulverized the three skeletons that were retreating in terror, turning them into a handful of ashes that were swept into the grey mist.

Tang Yan suddenly recalled something she had once said to A-Niu: "You can go chase girls; it’s none of my business." She regretted it now. She had no idea what she had been thinking at the time to let such words slip out.

After picking up the long sword, he nearly burned his hand and hurriedly tossed it aside. An hour later, the blade returned to a bronze color. Yang Ruofeng picked it up again, examining it over and over.

Upon hearing this, Su Nuan’s heart tightened. He Rufeng had only stayed close to her for a while after her kidnapping; for nearly two months afterward, Su Nuan hadn't seen her, and Leng Ye hadn't mentioned her either. Yet today, she had made such a specific request. Could something be about to happen?

Infected by He Rufeng’s mood, Su Nuan gradually forgot the melancholy topic from just a moment ago and threw herself back into the joyous undertaking of shopping—though, to be fair, she mostly just looked and didn't buy.

It was as if the things she said and the things she did were those of a person who had absolutely nothing to do with him.

A new official brings new rules. Although A-Niu didn't place much importance on his identity as a triad boss, he still felt as though he had taken on an extra burden.

The most crucial part was that Famous didn't need to consume any real-world time to learn these things; he only needed to practice repeatedly within the mental landscape. Wasn't this exactly like the "Hyperbolic Time Chamber" from that famous manga?

At 6:03 AM, the game finished downloading, and the computer automatically popped up an installation prompt. I followed the instructions, clicking "Next" and then "Confirm."

Mingyuan Huangjiu knew that when Feng Hongge first came to him, she was only at the second stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but now she had crossed two major realms, reaching the current Integration stage.

Of course, Ye Qinghan would also fall into a frenzy, but his soul was so incredibly strong at this moment that the impact of this baleful energy meant nothing to him. While it made him somewhat bloodthirsty, it wasn't enough to make him lose himself entirely.

The smell of tobacco in the air began to make Shi Jia uncomfortable. She started to cough violently, as if she were trying to cough out her very lungs.

That same day, the same message was transmitted from Ye Wu’s communicator to many, many people.

"Cat got your tongue? I don’t even know if you said nice things about me to my dad on purpose, just to make him talk about you all the time..." Vivian watched Zhang Nuannuan through the mirror, suddenly thinking that if she let Lin Tian discover that she had been hit by Zhang Nuannuan, then he wouldn't praise her anymore.

Ye Ziling thought to herself: With only this one string of coins, it wouldn't be enough for both a doctor and a carriage. She had always been tough, so she would just have to endure it; once they reached Ningzhou, she wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore.

The Grand Elder’s offensive was seasoned, and the Emperor’s strikes were precise. Their battle appeared to be one of mismatched strength, but in reality, neither could gain the upper hand. If anything, the Grand Elder began to feel a sense of inadequacy.

Even at this point, Mo Yaoxiang was still making plans for the son who had long since betrayed him. It was truly pathetic, pitiable, and laughable.