Volume One, Chapter Sixty-Four: Song Jinshan

Outside the East Sea Hotel.

All those who had been driven out by Lin Ba Hu and had come to attend Old Master Fu's birthday banquet gathered in the parking lot, discussing the affairs of the Fu family and the Fierce Tiger Hall in hushed tones.

Meanwhile, following a series of orders from Li Ningyu, the Far East Strategic System began operating at full speed. Liu Qinghui, Zhang Dahu, Li Xihua, Bismarck, Chen Fang, Sun Zhongshan, and others each set their plans in motion. This chain of events directly triggered the execution of previously scheduled operations, such as the Western America War.

“Yes!” Those following the Zhang clan leader shouted in unison. Most of them pursued the direction of the Beast Forest, while others searched elsewhere. Evidently, Lin Yun had left heading toward the Beast Forest, making it the most likely destination, though they would not neglect any other possible escape routes.

“Third Brother and Sister-in-law are deeply in love. Can you not grant them your blessing?” Seeing that Qiu Jin was different from her usual self, Jing Le was at a loss. With all the palace attendants serving at the banquet and unable to act rashly, she could only try to stall for time.

“Have you truly decided to do this?” Yan Changxi asked, her voice filled with doubt. She knew Qiu Shaoze well—he would never have made such a choice unless forced to the edge.

However, Li Ningyu dared not eat any more, worried that overindulgence would ruin his taste for sweets altogether. Besides, unlike Arabs who never drink green tea, the unique passion they hold for black tea is remarkable—they must add half or even more than half a cup of sugar to every glass.

“What are you crying about?” Chu Lingfeng said irritably, only to see Zhong Qing weeping even harder. “If Master and the others come in, they'll think I bullied you!” Chu Lingfeng was at a loss at this turn of events.

“Huh? Why are there so many zombies up ahead?” Xiao Weiting stopped the car far from the town. I had been resting with my eyes closed, but his words made me sit up in alarm. In the distance, shadowy figures crowded the road—an overwhelming horde of zombies.

I sighed inwardly. Wherever there are people, there will be struggles for power. With the death of the Wind Lynx tribe’s chief, others naturally coveted his position. It turned out all those traps along the way were set to guard against the traitor Jing Zhengtai’s counterattack—we had nearly fallen victim to them ourselves.

“My coming out here was Master’s idea. Senior Brother, don’t flatter yourself,” she snapped back, regaining her composure. Heh, very good—she was satisfied.

“Miss Qing, don’t be rash! I’m not going over there,” he tried to reassure her, but his feet never slowed.

The elder’s words were like the telling of a legend. When the world changed, a being descended from the heavens—someone beyond imagination. But what made him unimaginable? Was it his power, his appearance, his identity, or something else?

Just as Mussolini, satisfied with the prestige he had gained, was preparing to return home in the glow of his role as a key mediator, the Polish delegate grew discontent.

“Heh, that’s exactly what I wanted to say. You will pay the price for your arrogance.” Qi Tianshou smiled coolly at the Flame Lord’s scorn.

The rain grew heavier—good, he thought. No matter how painful or sad, a rainstorm could hide it all.

Gan the Second watched in horror as the Crushing Heart Palm he unleashed with all his strength simply evaporated into thin air. And, in that very instant, he saw a gigantic, gleaming blade coming straight down on him.

Lord Gort, who commanded all of Britain’s home forces, wielded both power and influence. Montgomery’s deployment to Africa was, to a large extent, the result of other generals currying favor with Lord Gort.