Flatter him.

Xu Peiqing and Bai Zongnan strolled leisurely through the small town, buying some food and clothing. The two of them walked all the way to the entrance of a shop in the city, only to have their path blocked. “Halt! Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Bai Zongnan eyed the young Taoist priest in a blue robe and said, “Little brother, we’re here to see Old Taoist Zhang. Is he in?” The Taoist frowned in displeasure at Bai Zongnan’s manner of address.

“I simply hadn’t expected that the bio-phantom would summon its companions. And to call forth another bio-phantom that has already reached the second evolutionary stage—truly surprising!” Sun Yan stared down the pitch-black road before him, a flicker of irritation and agitation passing through his eyes.

He understood all too well the mess Gordon had left behind—five private planes in total, each freshly acquired and in need of troops to secure their foothold.

Left with no other choice, Yu Qianqian could only return to the police station with the sniper rifle, which served as evidence, and the assassin whose face was beyond recognition.

Zhang Muzhi’s face twisted in a grimace, and a voice from deep in his throat resounded like a death knell.

Nelson stood frozen, realizing that this old fox had anticipated everything. He truly feared things might spiral out of control before it was all over.

“Well done!” Luo Yunzi’s eyes narrowed to slits, and in an instant, his long sword flew from his hand. The glimmering blade split into thousands of afterimages as it streaked upward.

Hoover snorted, saying, “The laboratory here is far too crude and doesn’t meet my standards at all!” With that, he brushed aside Theodore’s attempts to stop him and pushed open the door to leave.

Just as Caesar was about to step into the dark wilderness, the ground suddenly trembled. An indescribable sensation welled up inside him—an omen of immense danger, yet vague and uncertain, like standing on the edge of a cliff gazing at distant raging waves: knowing they would not reach him, yet unable to suppress a sense of awe.

If they had endured torment from heaven to hell, then at that moment, Yang Fan was the embodiment of both angel and demon.

Xia Guo, who had been eager to enter, suddenly lost the desire. He hesitated at the alley’s entrance, staring into the doorway. From his vantage point, he could see nothing but darkness, devoid of light, his feet rooted to the spot, unwilling to move.

In truth, among the thousand soldiers Paro had brought, there was also a newly formed battalion of magic troops, numbering eighty-one.

The moon was already half full, its slanted light falling across the sniper’s platform. Though hazy, it brought a sense of peace to those beneath it. Li Zuofeng chatted with Xiao Han about recent work, his mind still half-occupied pondering the legendary figure of his superior.

Wang Fan opened his eyes in dejection, only to find Li Sisi staring at him, her expression somewhere between a smile and a daze, joy and confusion, infatuation and absent-mindedness. His heart trembled inexplicably; it had been years since he’d seen such a lovesick expression. Only the roles, the object, and the setting had changed from those days.

But she did not care, muttering those words to herself over and over, biting down recklessly.

“What’s the situation?” Xiao Han asked bluntly, stepping forward to take the receiver. “Let me speak to Tan Zhen—was it Tan Zhen?”

With these features combined, the general use and effects were no longer hard to guess. Invincible’s eavesdropping had yielded precisely the results he’d hoped for.

Ming Ye returned the sachet to Linghu Li. She was an immortal—indeed, the Fire Immortal Lord—her constitution extraordinary, clean and brimming with spiritual energy. The spirit bugs especially loved such things. If they stayed with Linghu Li, what would normally take a year for a spirit bug to spin its cocoon and become a butterfly, would certainly happen in just three days.

Ever since Sun Dongfang received the call from the provincial office, he knew nothing good could come of the Central Discipline Inspection Commission’s inspectors coming to Heishan City. He had braced himself, but upon hearing that they had come specifically to investigate financial director Wang Kezheng’s economic issues, his expression still changed.