144. A Well-to-Do Family! (Seeking Full Subscription)

An hour is not a long time.

But for Ouyang Siming today, this single hour was a trial.

Every time he received such an urgent order, it required some mental effort.

And today's case from Lu Yiqing evidently demanded even more from him.

It took him a full forty-five minutes to uncover a bit of information, though it proved largely useless.

At the National Defense University, he had always been an A-grade student over the years...

On the night of the Lantern Festival, Gu Meijing and her cousin went to see the lantern fair, only returning home past eleven.

As they parted ways, Qin Mengdie bought all of Li Jin’s seafood. Li Jin insisted on giving it to Qin Mengdie since it was without cost, but Qin Mengdie insisted on paying, then loaded the seafood into the car, and the family returned to the Wang residence.

Apartment 801 was decorated with tasteful simplicity, its primary colors black, gray, and white; the bedroom followed the same scheme.

Shou Shen was smarter than the other two demonic cultivators; he had already realized that ordinary “strange poisons” could not harm Shui Xin. Seeing that the large bell remained intact despite the poisonous curse, Shui Xin understood that Shou Shen’s control over his power far surpassed that of the two fallen demonic cultivators.

Soon after, a wisp of black energy gradually surged out of Yan Chengfeng’s body, returning to the Ghost King.

At this moment, Jiang Ranshan had already stepped out, shouting sharply to quell the pointless dispute among the servants.

Lu Bufan from Quannan didn’t even frown, pulled out a credit card, entered the password, and smiled playfully at Su, saying he wouldn’t change into the gift attire after all.

“Spare me, senior!” The spirit-body of the demonic cultivator, a black bird, pleaded desperately.

Thus, the matter was left untouched for another three days. Watching the clock strike the appointed hour, Xiao Yi immediately, with renewed vigor, sought out Shen Qing to settle the score. Feeling he had found a graceful way out, he no longer felt embarrassed.

“Could it be that the ‘future kin’ the Ancient God’s descendant referred to is me?” A turbulent storm of emotions surged within Xiao Ye’s heart, making calm impossible.

Gu Yu sprang up in a single bound behind a slave, his spirit sword gleaming with silvery light. A flash of silver passed, and another bloodied head flew off, scattering crimson blossoms in the air.

Long time no see! His face was haggard, his formerly fair and delicate skin rougher, dust from the embroidery workshop more apparent; it didn’t matter if they didn’t meet often, but when they did, seeing Bai Ping endure such hardship stirred a pang of guilt in his heart.

Fang Tian was filled with remorse. Drawing the Browning pistol from his waist, he shouted, “Guard squad, charge with me!” and prepared to leap out of the trench to the front lines.

Having witnessed life and death countless times, Li Nan believed he had adjusted to being a doctor. Yet when faced with his own moment, he dared not confront the possibility of death. He was a healer, not a butcher. He could save lives, not take them. But at this moment, could he save Liu Ziming?

Upon seeing their decision, Xia Feng ignored everything else, grabbed Han Shui’er’s hand, and left the private room. His body radiated a cold aura that kept others at bay.

A soldier carrying a Type 38 rifle handed over an exquisite box. Inside was a ceremonial red plum blossom vase.

After the life-or-death battle, Lu Xuehua was no longer a greenhorn who had just joined the suicide squad. He grabbed a bottle of liquor, downed several shots of strong drink, feeling a surge of warmth flood his dantian and cheeks, a heroic spirit swelling in his chest.

The first ray of morning sunlight pierced through the window glass into the Construction Office. Wang Peng, who had slept on the desk all night, was awakened by the dazzling light. Half-asleep, he raised his hand to shield his eyes. The soreness from his awkward sleeping position instantly cleared his mind. Seeing the microphone still clutched in his hand, he couldn’t help but laugh silently.