Chapter 27

Red Queen performed a few operations, paused, then turned her head to shake it at Zhu Lan.

How could such a decadent underground den be so deserted? Even if it were a hidden location, there should at least be an attendant at the entrance. Furthermore, this courtyard appeared dilapidated from the outside, which was completely inconsistent with the extravagant nature of an underground den.

Zhu Lan could guarantee this because the power of the new HX-001 quantum computer provided a virtual space sufficient for ten billion people to be online simultaneously; hosting a war for tens of millions of people was nothing to this new quantum computer.

"Auntie, eat this. Our boss cooked it himself. If you don't eat it, he might not say anything now, but he’ll surely feel sad later." Before Noon even moved her chopsticks, she saw Aunt Tang watching her, so she smiled and placed a piece of black pepper mud crab into Aunt Tang’s bowl.

The profit model for domestic restaurants differs from that in the United States; the former relies on location, price, and taste, while the latter relies on reputation.

Similarly, the existence of mass-energy cannons requires extremely strict material standards; at least level four-and-a-half material strength is needed to maintain stability during the accelerated firing state.

Nie Zhanyun frowned. Su Qianchou’s mockery was extreme and his tone aggressive, signaling a complete falling out. Although the two had been at odds before, there was no deep-seated hatred; now, however, the situation was entirely different.

All in all, Wang Han had originally had 1.7 million yuan in his bank card, but after purchasing this equipment and the potions, he was suddenly left with only 100,000 yuan.

His son was sick with cancer, and the father couldn't return because he was away on business? A moment’s thought revealed it was a lack of money; the old man was urging for payment from the other side.

Tang Hai was watching the scene, completely stunned, while Bill held his glass, his hand trembling.

Sensing Ji Kongjue’s unfriendly gaze, both Chen Qingyang and Mu Ge looked over.

"Far Huai Xi He!" Su Mu waved his hand, unleashing the unique sword technique inherited by the Su family. The Su family style focuses on steady defense and rarely attacks proactively. Like a bamboo strip, it allows the opponent to press down until it finally rebounds, striking back at the opponent.

Nangong Tatian was startled, looking at Chen Qingyang with words caught in his throat. Even if Chen Qingyang were to keep the beast core for himself, he would not have a single complaint.

For someone like Chen Shuaiyong, who clearly possessed status and standing and could have demonstrated a magnanimous demeanor, to stoop to bullying someone from the lower rungs of society was not just distasteful—it was completely devoid of any character or class.

Led by staff members, Gao Fei and his three companions found their seats. This auction hall, capable of holding 100,000 people, would not be full; a total of 59,867 people were attending this time, slightly fewer than the previous auction.

"Despicable, shameless! You Sun-Drenched Sect members will one day be wiped out by us!" Qin Mubing struggled.

Ye Zhong’s mouth hung open, his eyes bulging. A fissure had torn open in the sky above, and the light grew increasingly dense; that sense of security hidden within the darkness had vanished completely.

"Buzz, buzz," a roar of engines came from the low altitude in the distance behind them. Two armed helicopters in Escobar’s camp had taken off to stand by minutes earlier. Once the convoy was blocked at the river and the bridge was destroyed, the commander ordered the pilots to catch up.

Currently, the spiritual power within her was in a state of chaotic collision, and she desperately needed another force to suppress it.

By the time the sun set and dinner was finished, and all the villagers of Jiang Village had returned to their homes, he took Tie Runan into the house.

The mere thought that Zhu Changrong had feelings for her made her feel incredibly disgusted; goosebumps rose all over her body.

Even if some were unhappy with such a charitable act, they could not easily say so openly. However, because Bai Mujin had proposed it first, Jin Se and Ting Lan were somewhat displeased, as it was clearly an attempt to use others' money to build her own reputation.

Listening to Chu Mohan’s description, Zhong Yexue’s heart grew heavier. Pushing away Chu Mohan’s hand out of spite, she turned her wheelchair herself, suppressing the tears that threatened to fall, and entered the hospital.

He needed to save his strength to deal with the soldiers of the Black Sun Federation. Killing a dimensional creature might not yield a spirit bead, but killing the Black Sun Federation soldiers would certainly result in spirit beads—and quite a few of them.

However, Mo Chen’s aura suddenly became turbulent. He opened his eyes because he sensed a powerful energy field approaching him—a presence so immense it was already affecting him.

On the plain at this moment, the bat-shaped labyrinth stood quietly. Wisps of blood-red mist constantly drifted from it; wherever the mist touched, flowers and trees withered, and animals turned into mummified carcasses as if all their blood had been drained.

Of course, he had no intention of skipping the act of pushing the door, as he had suffered from not pushing doors enough times already, such as during his art class field assessment, which had frustrated him to no end.

Su Man pushed hard, but she could not break free from his restraint. He gripped her with such force that he gave her no chance to escape.

Just then, a throwing knife shattered the window. Qing Luan caught it with her bare hand and found a note tied to it. She took it off and handed it to Bai Mujin.

Moreover, judging by her expression, she seemed to be intimately familiar with every form of torture and felt no fear whatsoever.

Everything boiled down to waiting for the moment the Dragon King molted to make a move. At this time, all one could do was wait—wait for that day to arrive.

Zheng Ji fell silent. Only the fate of the dead could not be divined, but what about him? What was he? A reincarnated soul inserted into this world out of thin air? Or was he already a dead man?

The Supreme-class had their battlefield, the King-class had theirs. Even in the cosmos, more tragic battles erupted; warships were destroyed, and mech pilots were eliminated.

"I'm done with you. Go talk to Grandfather. As long as Grandfather agrees, I have nothing to say," Song Liang said, seeing he couldn't persuade his sister, and threw the problem directly to Elder Song.