107. The Dragon's Breath in the North

The River-Watching Pavilion is a small stone structure, standing no more than thirteen feet tall, perched upon a hill on the left bank of the Clear River. It is surrounded by a flourishing expanse of pink smartweed blossoms, marking the most scenic spot in the area.

As Cao Xin stepped into the pavilion, Sun Ce had already arrived, accompanied only by Zhou Yu. The two stood side by side, gazing at the swans on the surface of the Clear River; one clad in light armor, the other in white robes, they appeared like a pair of celestial beings.

"General Cao has arrived!" Dian Wei suddenly roared.

At this critical juncture, no one was thinking about their jobs anymore. Almost the entirety of Nandu had fallen into chaos, and places that could still maintain operations like the headquarters of the Dingsheng Group were rare, most being official government departments.

Second, Soken Ishida's soul ability is "Successor of the Quincy." As long as one gains his favor—even if only reaching sixty percent—he can use a Quincy ability once in front of the Ishida family.

Before the words had even faded, Li Yanxi dove directly into Jiang Yan's embrace. Her slender arms wrapped tightly around his sturdy waist, as if she wished to knead herself into his very chest.

I never expected that Song Yanyu, who was so uncomfortable even mentioning aphrodisiacs in front of me before, would now speak of the poison of the Soul-Severing Herb with such ease.

This new understanding and trend regarding anti-monopoly laws would also be beneficial to Ji Yuning's future market standing in North America. He would not need to obsess over his current market share of over fifty percent, but could instead focus his energy on avoiding illegal competition.

Shen Miaomiao and Qi Ze led the photographer into the factory and headed straight for the largest door, which remained shut.

My friends are all concerned about my health, fearing both that I might overwork myself and that I might grow restless at home.

Who could have guessed that a high-powered CEO, so polished and elite in his suit and tie by day, would be such a mess at home.

More importantly, Jiang Yan estimated that if he were to play this suona, he would likely suffer severe spiritual corruption.

Compared to when they first met, Head Nurse Wang Rourou’s ghostly claws had changed drastically; her skin was now rosy and supple, and her muscles were elastic, making her almost indistinguishable from a living person.

Cai Ziya hesitated upon hearing this; after all, she was just an ordinary student, and everyone feared these lawless bullies—no one wanted to be beaten.

Thus, Huo Han felt anxious and flustered, and the only thing he could think of was to start with Xia Fanxing.

She led Su Cha over with a surprisingly good attitude, drawing glances from the others. However, seeing Su Cha’s timid and unrefined appearance, they could not help but look down on her.

Following the large man into the villa, the moment we stepped inside, Black Three and I felt a thick, suffocating aura of yin energy wash over us. I felt a slight sense of bewilderment and turned to look at Black Three, wondering how his magic could be so potent. But when I saw Black Three looking back at me with a similar expression of shock, I realized I had been mistaken.

In Xia Fanxing’s eyes, he had barely done anything at all, yet he had effortlessly dragged the mastermind out into the light.

With him included, he was still ranked eleventh—and this was on the official TPJ website. Even Norway, a team with a 64 percent chance against the Chinese team, was only ranked seventh. It seems this website's rankings actually hold some weight.

They had discussed this strategy beforehand: the target practice tactic. It was simple and concise—scavenge for bullets and shoot targets—but the risk was immense, particularly regarding Mu Yun’s position. Fortunately, no accidents occurred in this round.

Compared to the crude and boorish Wang Fangfang, she—despite having little education herself—was exceptionally pleasing to the eye just sitting there, surrounded by an aura of elegance.

Finally, things calmed down along the way. Han Mo walked toward the prepared campsite, carrying Jizi on one shoulder and a wolf's leg on the other.

It wasn't that the killer was hard to find; it was that she herself knew nothing about the internal branches of the Star Alliance. Even if the killer were placed right in front of her, she would not be able to identify them.