Volume One, Chapter 117: The Wedding Plans

"Heh, as long as Manager Zhao understands that, then we are in agreement," Chu Ming said with a faint smile.

With that, he walked toward the second-floor office without waiting for Zhao Yuanshan to respond.

Zhao Yuanshan stood rooted to the spot for a long while before finally lighting the cigarette Chu Ming had given him. At this moment, his heart was in turmoil; he was torn over whether or not to tell Chu Ming the truth.

Feng Xian first dropped the Purple Frost Sword into the sword groove, then refined the Molten Red Heart and tossed it into the groove along with a single Vermilion Bird feather.

A mechanism for protecting human moral standards? What kind of mechanism? Surely it cannot refer to the Mohist arts of mechanisms?

The discussion was becoming increasingly absurd. Some even speculated: if Wuyan University of Technology could outscore their opponents by 10 points every minute, wouldn't they be ahead by 450 points in a 45-minute game?

Yu Feng felt not a shred of sympathy for such suicidal behavior; he simply thought they were out of their minds.

After receiving the address, Haozi stopped driving aimlessly. The car instantly accelerated and sped toward the destination.

The Mad Monk spoke with absolute confidence. For some reason, he changed "us" to "we"—perhaps he felt his usual way of speaking was too rustic, especially since he had been teased by Yin Niang earlier.

Calming her nerves, Jiu'er nimbly opened the refrigerator and quickly retrieved the onions.

Despite the fact that it lay there quietly and motionless, as if it were truly dead.

When presented to the old man, the elder couldn't help but take a few extra looks at Li Shi before passing down the formal incantations to him.

Whether it was a brown bear fighting a Russian or a man sliding toward a tiger with a blade, these were all missions he had taken on in the past.

Qi Yan had just said he didn't love Xinyao, and now Xinyao claimed she didn't like Qi Yan either. She was so calm and showed no signs of deceit; surely that couldn't be a lie, right?

"What else can you do? Just continue living your life; you will meet someone better." Patting Wen Qiyan on the shoulder, Xu Shiyang felt his advice was truly excellent—it was rare for him to be the one offering guidance.

Seeing Lin Yan put the pendant around her neck, Lu Fei nodded with satisfaction, then turned his gaze toward Tan Linlin, who was standing to the side.

Lin Yu stared at the guy without a hint of pity, for he knew that showing mercy to such a person would be an act of cruelty toward himself.

"Respected Brother Delin, please allow me to address you as such. As one of the country's premier high-ranking generals, you commanded large armies on numerous occasions during the War of Resistance against Japan, thwarting the enemy's offensives and laying the foundation for our eventual victory. Your contributions are truly indelible."

Song Zheng knew he could not stay there for long. He hoisted the person onto his back, leapt off the carriage, and ducked into the alleyway behind him. Behind him, the sounds of battle continued to ring out. It was clear that although those "commoners" did not know Song Zheng's identity, they knew he was there to save someone and were doing their best to buy him time.

But it was too late. Daoming was less than ten feet from the Haotian Rhinoceros-Lion. The beast, which had been lying on the ground with its eyes narrowed, suddenly snapped them open, shooting out a cold, piercing glare. The "Heaven-Reaching Pearl" atop its head swirled with golden light. It glared at Daoming and let out a wild roar, its crest erupting in golden radiance.

Xie Ying said, "You spend all day making those strange faces at me and spouting blunt, unpleasant truths—it's incredibly irritating and disgusting! People drink to get drunk and marry to sleep together; you’re like a wooden knife cutting through meat, just pure torture! You complain about the wine being bitter and the meat being hairy, but have you taken a look at your own ugly face?"

Lu Han leaned closer to Yueli, the fresh scent filling his senses once more. He slowly closed his eyes and leaned in even closer, almost involuntarily.

Xie Han said, "I'll put up the capital, and you contribute your skills. If we make money, we split it sixty-forty. You get forty percent of the net profit, and I take sixty percent because I have to pay off people in both the underworld and the authorities."