Chapter 37: Apologizing to Young Master Zheng

"I’ll insult whoever talks to me. Don't blame me if you decide to take the shoe and wear it yourself." Chang Rui curled his lip, his face full of disdain and contempt.

Smack!

Zheng Qian stepped forward and landed a slap across his face.

Completely caught off guard, Chang Rui stumbled and fell directly to the ground. His wine glass shattered, spilling liquid all over his white suit.

The slap left Chang Rui stunned. He never in his wildest dreams imagined that Zheng Qian would actually...

Because it was not his pet, Lu Chen could not store it away. He could only find a place to feed it some food and let it rest nearby.

What was supposed to be a victory turned into a nightmare that could never be erased. Every survivor still alive today trembles at the mere thought of that battle beneath the walls of Wuyuan City.

"Halt!" Hou Luoqi and his group were finally intercepted by a detachment ahead. This cavalry unit, composed of Tocharians, had been ordered by Beisizhi to serve as the vanguard for the coalition forces.

Gao Xi arrived in New York that same afternoon, then immediately hopped into Ye Xiu’s car and rushed to the hotel where the VIP was staying.

He retreated five or six steps, dodging Gu Wuchong’s mid-air strike. As soon as Gu Wuchong landed, he lunged forward, hands forming a seal. Pure white spiritual energy surged out, converging and manifesting before him.

Lu Chen’s answer left the brigadier general somewhat disappointed, but because Lu Chen hadn’t outright refused, a glimmer of hope remained on his face. Lu Chen didn’t state his thoughts immediately, instead looking at the general and voicing his own questions.

Seeing the insect mother, Lu Chen gasped. Its body was colossal—he estimated it to be at least ten meters tall, with eight long legs standing beside it like massive scythes.

Following that, a deafening roar shook the very depths of space. The sky dimmed instantly, and countless black clouds materialized out of thin air, gathering in the deep void like a prehistoric beast capable of devouring all things. A tall, upright figure stepped out from within.

***

In addition to the members of the Hunyuan Sect, other powerful figures had rushed to the scene upon hearing the news. However, none of them dared to break the quiet atmosphere of the plaza.

There were six or seven contractors who escaped with their lives. Once they were no longer threatened by the escape scrolls, they scattered and fled. Lu Chen did not pursue them, letting them go; his primary objective was Young Master Ying, and he didn't care much about the others.

Her father left no will before he died. According to inheritance law, the primary heirs were Zhao Mi and Su Yun. Although Xiao Lin was currently the president of the Su Corporation, he still relied on Zhao Mi and Su Yun to secure his position.

In her world, there was no concept of love or hate, nor of what one should or could do.

Lu Junxun pouted: "Fine, fine! Our President Luo is a very busy person! How could a loafer like me compare? Alright, I won't bother you. You go ahead and get busy, President Luo. I’ll come back to visit you another time. Farewell!" After saying this, Lu Junxun actually performed a formal bow before turning and leaving.

"I’ll drop you off at work." Hearing this, I thought of Yuan Shiwen, then looked at him. I knew I couldn't trouble him further, especially since he was already quite conspicuous.

"I don't believe in that nonsense!" Wu Qianren was thoroughly enraged by Chu Tianjiao’s expression; it was a blatant mockery of him. He channeled all his internal energy into his legs and swept them out fiercely.

"Seal!" Ye Zhiqiu spat out the word. The fallen leaves that had just blown away Ji Mi and the others surged toward Ye Zhiqiu’s head in an instant, hovering there like a barrier to block the descent of the massive seal.

He had finally found true love, but the moment he learned she had a child—and not a normal one at that—he let go of her hand and simply walked away.

Especially when she saw her phone, her face flushed instantly and her eyes reddened; she nearly burst into tears.

However, the production team members clearly had no heart to worry about popularity; they watched the live broadcast with trepidation and worry.

"You can't say that. Drinking more at home is fine; it builds up your tolerance. You don't have to drink when you're out, but in cases where you have no choice, it prevents you from getting wasted," said Dean He.

Watching the battle while recording it—this was a legendary clash. Although the Fire Demigod was being held back, the situation had opened up, provided they weren't wiped out in one wave.

Two days later, the servants in the manor brought news that the Grand Duke had reached Qian'an City and had sent word that he was safe.

Those who had been startled breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, especially the high-ranking officials at court, who had feared that Emperor Qingyuan would actually bring such a calamity into the palace.

***

Su Qianqian glanced at Ye Su standing beside her and immediately lowered her watery eyes, her heart fluttering and mind in turmoil.

"It's fine, and he was quite right. This wine is truly excellent; it is very rare," Sun Jian said, unbothered.

After a great effort, Duoduo finally finished the food in her mouth, laboriously climbed down from her chair, and walked over with a stumbling gait.

Black mist drifted, gathering and dispersing. Every time it was struck by the black dragon, it appeared dimmer, but every time he threw a punch, the black dragon couldn't withstand it either, its scales shattering and its avatar suffering setbacks.

When saying the tea tasted good, Yang Weiguo paused noticeably, nodding with a hint of smugness. When saying it didn't taste good, he deliberately glanced at Jin Yang, his eyes filled with disdain.

Even though he knew that in the future, he would not only have to leave the military and comrades he loved but also become a cripple and a deaf man.

How many times had he fantasized? How many times had he imagined himself as a hero, defeating the bullies who picked on him?

In reality, this coldness and ruthlessness were Mo Yuqi's disguise, used to cover up her shortcomings in social interactions.

The Tyrant Sword pierced toward Wu Dao’s back. Hearing the roar, Wu Dao looked back, broke into a cold sweat, and hurriedly defended himself, engaging the Tyrant Sword in battle, while Zhang Hao and Li Zijun made intimate contact.

Then, they saw the iron box stop twenty miles away from their defensive line. Ordinary soul-guided weapons couldn't reach that range, and even if they were beam-type weapons, their power would be negligible at that distance.

The candle flickered out, and a distorted wisp of smoke rose slowly, resembling a strange and evil smile.

If the Zhu family was sincere, they would naturally know what to do. If they weren't, Zhang Hao would no longer have to carry the pressure on his conscience; as Huang Yu said, Old Man Zhu was, after all, a veteran worthy of respect.