Chapter 32: A Failed Scheme Backfires

Liu Song, who only moments ago had been congratulating himself on escaping accountability, was now completely stunned.

He widened his eyes, his voice trembling slightly. “Deputy Director Wu, may I ask what I did wrong? Why are you taking me to the police station? With everyone watching, you owe me an explanation.”

Deputy Director Wu gave a cold snort. “Why? You really have no idea? You and Teacher Wang conspired to set Jiang Suisui up, hoping to drive her away. But instead of harming her...”

She cast a glance at Zhu Ke, who was bowing with clasped hands toward Liu Shikai. Then she looked at the gate, wondering whether she should simply leave.

The old man’s brows drew tightly together. He had never seen a family like this before. He could understand the anger of the family whose member had been beaten, but the village chief had already gone to negotiate twice, and even Old Zhao had knelt. By rights, their anger should have subsided by now.

It was said that the Prince of Jing had been close to the prince in his youth. Now, however, an impostor had appeared for no reason, ruining the bond between the two brothers. Madam Shen gritted her teeth.

How could she have known that the mighty HX was actually that unremarkable-looking vagrant?

Wan Qi nodded. The results of his mental probing were the same: every indication pointed toward this mountain. Thus, Wan Qi decided to climb it now.

Qiao Yu had always been proud of his own talent. Hearing the man praise his abilities, he thought it was nothing but empty talk. What he truly wanted to hear was precisely that “but,” along with the shortcomings that followed it.

“A Qing, try again with your sword.” Lan Xi vaguely sensed that A Qing’s sword was extraordinary. She did not know exactly what made it special, but it could cleave through an iceberg, withstand the power of an artifact, and carry her safely past danger.

Even now, she still clung to a sliver of hope. She refused to believe that her abrupt arrival had been deliberately arranged by someone. It was merely a phenomenon that human science could not yet explain.

When Wan Qi had been a merchant, there was no need to mention his cunning. If he had not been ruthless enough, he could never have wrested Menglade’s oil rights from the M Empire. Yet when he was simply being himself, he was the complete opposite. No one had expected him to become so upright and aboveboard.

“One bowl of beef rice noodles, plus two mianwo!” This was a deluxe breakfast in South City, and one of everyone’s favorite combinations.

As far as he knew, the student dormitories at Minhai University were mixed. There was no fixed arrangement dictating which college’s students lived in which building, and whether the conditions were good or bad depended mainly on one’s luck. No—that was not quite right. It depended on whether the senior students assigned to your dormitory treated you well, or on whether you had arrived early enough.

Zhang Han’s expression turned cold. Spiritual pressure surged from within him, transforming into more than a dozen transparent ropes that bound Scott tightly from head to toe.

Tang Jun carried out the defense in an orderly fashion. Everything proceeded according to plan, with each person performing their appointed duty and not the slightest trace of panic. They were like a well-oiled machine—precise and highly efficient.

“Become emperor?” Prince Li was utterly astonished. Liang Yuanjin’s answer had been far beyond his expectations.

“Jarvis, gather the energy at the chest and set the output power to maximum!” Tony gave the order, then advanced several steps and locked onto Zhang Han in the distance.

Perhaps this was not the path he had cultivated himself. Yet if he continued to distill and develop this principle, perhaps it might become a path of its own. Wang Yuanfeng thought so.

Chen Mu had been slapped in the face almost instantaneously, but he felt no discomfort whatsoever. The smile on his face was as delighted as though he had just laid eyes upon a mountain of gold.

Wang Yuanfeng made a deduction. The only way was to dismantle it from within. So long as the fortune was divided, then no matter how overwhelming the culprit’s abilities might be, Wang Yuanfeng would still be able to borrow the power of Heaven’s Dao to suppress him. After a thousand years or more, once the world had evolved to a certain level, even this demon, however formidable, would have no choice but to return to the ordinary.

He then turned his palm and struck the crowns of their heads. With a bang, their necks twisted to one side, and their lives ended. He tossed their bodies into the River of Yellow Springs. Before long, the two corpses, along with their flesh and bones, vanished without a trace, reduced to nourishment for the Yellow Springs.