Send it to the entire company.

Yet even by evening, no one had discovered any clues.

Jiang Zeyu had not appeared online all day, nor had he heard any news.

“I told you they’re just a couple by contract—see, even Gu Siyuan has stepped in, but Jiang Zeyu hasn’t made a move at all.”

“They only put on a show for appearances. Isn’t this the classic case of each person fleeing when disaster strikes?”

“In the entertainment industry, everything is about profit—nothing is real. Even someone of Jiang Zeyu’s caliber has to put on a show for others. I’m curious who’s backing Qu Wan. Not only does she lack good resources, but her best offer so far is a spot in a well-known variety show.”

“I heard Qu Wan recently auditioned for ‘Captive Affection,’ but was squeezed out by an artist the investor pushed in.”

But the third generation did not ask about it, instead constantly prompting himself on the side, encouraging himself to understand the changing situations of various countries and strategies for coping. From these points, it seemed the third generation was not wary of his contact with Scorpion, and continued to cultivate him as a trusted confidant.

This time, Ba Tian did not suppress his cultivation. This strike fully displayed the might of the Nine Strikes of Ba Tian.

It had reached the depth of emotion and misty rain; from his reaction, Takahashi could tell that Wanhu North America’s brand had been built quite well.

Touching the lighter in his pocket, Feng Yan’s face broke into a smile tinged with madness.

At this moment, Jiang Lin felt only a chilling cold coursing through his body. The black blood kept flowing, impossible to staunch, and the sinister energy relentlessly damaged his wound, corroding his flesh.

Zeyan’s brows furrowed slightly. Since when did his people have to be returned to anyone? He was reluctant, his cool gaze fixed on Jin Yu, yet his hands made no move to hand Ruoli back.

One could say that China Group’s success had given everyone great confidence, showing that although Chinese people had lagged in the automobile industry for some time, with determination and proper use of resources, they could still reach world-class standards.

As for powerful items like “Rigid Bewitching Fragrance,” they didn’t even need to be activated like the “Crazy Alarm Clock,” which required a whistle. The fragrance didn’t affect allied players; just set it out and it worked.

After listening, Ye Du nodded, no longer questioning what Feng Yan intended. In fact, he even felt a trace of anticipation and quickly moved aside, finding a spot with a clear view of the two people.

Sun Wukong walked to Tang Sanzang’s side, gazing at the eastern sky in silence.

Wang Feng smiled. For the elder called Han Ku, his heart warmed with gratitude. Though the help during the imperial exam was not enormous, it was still a favor.

At the Heart-cleansing Pavilion, Liu Buzhan, Liu Zhikun, and Qiu Yufei had all been ambushed. Hua Shuting drew her treasured sword, preparing to press forward.

The memory of that bolt of lightning was terrifying. To wake and see my master standing before me unharmed—what could be more blissful than this moment?

Wang Feng’s brows twitched as he sensed a fluctuation from the strategist’s body, and quickly retreated. Even as a Three-Seal Mystic Pattern Master, he would suffer some wounds from a self-detonation at this level.

An old man with yellow hair and beard stepped out from the shed: “Seniority and reputation come first.” What do these words mean?

Li Hu was probably genuinely afraid I’d target him, so he quickly shook his head and said in a deep voice, “Boss Zhang, sorry, I have something to handle. I can’t chat with you today.”

These living corpses, just like those outside the city, never imagined destruction awaited them. When the powder touched their bodies, it brought searing pain, then their whole bodies caught fire and smoked. Only then did they realize something was wrong, that their lives as undead might come to an end.

Seeing the two brothers reach an agreement, Song Zhiyu, who had just been worried, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief and show a slight smile.

From the outside, it appeared she was waiting for her opponent to make the first move, searching for an opening. Only she knew she was merely holding on, striving to gather what little strength remained, suppressing her increasingly labored breaths to avoid tipping off her enemy.