Volume One, Chapter 50: Her Skill and Confidence

Jiu Mu crouched down to check on the two, relieved to find that they were only unconscious.

“Forget it, let’s wake this guy up first,” she decided, uneasy about leaving Luo Chen alone while she went to find help.

She grasped Sang Lin’s arm and pressed several acupuncture points. Slowly, he regained consciousness.

He Zi Yang shook his head slightly. “No, it’s just that Old Mo was bored and insisted on looking for us.” He said this as he sat back down.

“Hahaha, you can’t fool Huan Feng. Mo exposed me, and Lady Ming laughed at me,” Gong Junhao chuckled as he led the two into a side room. The space was comfortable, with a square table and chairs in the center, appearing to be Gong Junhao’s private dining room.

“He really will kill Vivian!” Lin Xiaoxi clutched Chu Ci’s collar, speaking in broken phrases.

“I never signed the divorce papers,” Lan Xiangting said steadily, looking at Lu Anning.

But as for confirming any relationship or moving things forward now, he had no heart for it. The past few days had been tumultuous—first Ao Xue left, then there was trouble at the Fierce Tiger Village. His mood was sour, and after a moment of contemplation, he sighed deeply.

The box opened, revealing its contents to Meng Changsheng’s gaze. Suddenly, there was a severed head—none other than Tian Zhen’s.

Gu Zeyu was poised to make a big move, but the next morning, Shen Ke said she needed to go shoot a film.

Since there was nothing more, what obligation did he have to interfere? Especially when one party was the Zhao family, who had once looked down on him.

The two bodies were hurled dozens of meters before crashing to the ground, instantly dead. The scene was shocking. Lu Yuan, Xu Beifei, Wang Chong, Li Jin, and the other figures from the underworld were stunned, staring at the lifeless bodies, then turning pale as they looked at Meng Changsheng in horror.

Yet, for him, this was not enough. To stand against the Dao Sect, he needed at least the strength to rival Changsheng Zhenren.

Xiao Changfeng’s eyes widened as he took in everything. Such miraculous power truly existed in the world! “Yun Qi can be saved!” Witnessing Li Yunqi’s complete recovery, Xiao Changfeng’s joy was immeasurable.

“Ah, you have to anticipate—anticipate right when my hand strikes, then clamp down immediately! Or wait, like a hunter patiently lying in wait,” Chen Fei said with a sly smile.

The poor redhead hadn’t even reacted before his body was swept away like riding the clouds, crashing heavily onto the dance floor.

Everyone hurriedly looked up to see the black clouds parting, revealing a shadowy figure. The shape was indistinct—only a black silhouette with a fierce head radiating murderous intent.

Chen Fei’s eyes glazed over as he stared at Zheng Huiwen, who held a glass of fresh orange juice and slowly took a sip, her gaze fixed on him.

Such a beautiful face, matched by a name befitting her temperament—I sneered inwardly, keeping a composed expression, pretending not to recognize her, and addressed her as “Sister-in-law.”

“Then you definitely shouldn’t have come back! Whoever they are, coming back now is like a lamb walking into the tiger’s den,” Chen Fei said sternly.

But at that moment, I appeared, disrupting his former life and plans. My assassination attempt on the prince left me disfigured. He wanted to protect me, saw my plight, and old feelings from years past began to sprout anew in his heart.

The golden-tier boss was probably just this guy—at least he had a decent golden leg guard. As for the two silver-tier items, maybe he could sell them to a carefree young master like Xiao Sa upon returning to the city—cough, cough.

Suddenly, his features twisted, growing extremely aged. His bones shifted, his body hunched, and in an instant, he transformed into an elderly man.