Chapter 31: Crime

Once a price is set, it inevitably includes an extra profit margin, which leads some to try and squeeze that profit by trafficking in illicit salt.

That silent, unsettling excitement made one involuntarily imagine its owner picking up excrement from the ground to throw at others, or mating with a slug in public.

The workshops within the Cheetah Gang served as living quarters for its members, left in a state of utter chaos with dirty clothes scattered everywhere, cigarette butts littering the floor, and a foul stench permeating the room.

Gu Junlin sat on his chair with a cold, stern expression, staring at the dish on the table, which featured a vibrant, almost eerie color scheme.

He was discussing the issue of clearing underwater reefs in the main rivers of the Great Tang; if one could manufacture and fill liquefied gas cylinders, they could also produce oxygen tanks.

The next moment, the burly man swung his twin battle-axes directly at Tang Jin’s head. Tang Jin wore a look of contempt, moving slightly to the side to dodge. Yet, the next moment, his brow suddenly furrowed.

“These are the latest architectural blueprints for District D. I’ve already marked all the buildings that include basements on my way here,” Li Caijian said, producing a piece of heavily creased cardstock. He unfolded it in a few quick motions and handed it to the chiliarch for inspection.

Yun Hao and Qian Renxue flew down from the cliff, reaching the center of the lake and hovering above the middle of the golden surface.

The torso had been used for alchemy, and there were seven heads in the pond discarded after their skin, flesh, and hair had been boiled away. Didn't that so-called ash imply there were other victims?

Chi Ming raised an eyebrow, a look of pleasant surprise appearing on his face. If he couldn't find the CRISPR data for the “Heng” project, his mission would be a complete failure. Once Ai Bingqing escaped abroad and went into hiding, it would be even more difficult to stop him in the future.

The two fell silent instantly. Looking toward the sound, they saw a manhole cover a few meters away slowly shifting.

“This… your hospital staff received a call saying they saw Lan Yun committing the crime, and then my brother’s chest was pierced by Lan Yun’s fruit knife. Isn’t that enough?” For some reason, in front of Tang Si, Sun Mushu did not act aggressively but instead began to reason.

Zhang Jiatao, standing nearby, watched in a stupor, his mouth agape, stunned by the incredible methods of Mr. Tang Si.

The village elder took out a flashlight. Although they were isolated, they still possessed these daily necessities, and they even had their own power system.

A flash of surprise crossed Ye Yun’s eyes. He had just killed Li Jing, and now Li Kai, the Master of Tianzhu Peak, had appeared. Could it be that he intended to act against him?

Although she was only an intern, this job was undoubtedly very important to her. Zhou Jie had put in a great deal of effort just to secure this internship.

It was only when they looked at the injuries on Lin Yan’s body that they realized—they hadn't noticed at first, but now, peering closely, there wasn't a single patch of intact skin left on him.

Mu Yunxin, however, felt as if she were seeing this man, whom she had always called a devil, for the first time. Truly, he was a devil in every sense of the word.

“A nightmare! A complete nightmare! I’m never sleeping in a communal dormitory again!” the fatty said with deep detestation.

Xu Shu pressed down harder with her feet. I bit my lip hard, pulled out a steel knife given to me by Suotian from my waist, and without hesitation, stabbed it straight at Xu Shu.

The four of them left the room. Zheng Jieming carried Ma Qi on his back, while Zhou Jitang turned to lock the door again, just in case it was needed later.

Rays of golden light suddenly made the statue shine brilliantly, staining the sky with a strange color, as if the God of War had come to life.

“The experts said this is because the medicine is killing the cancer cells in her body, which is why Mother is feeling a bit weak. Once all the cancer cells are destroyed, Mother will get better,” Catherine said.

The sound of the subway doors closing rang out. Zheng Jieming faced the doors and lowered his head to adjust his shirt collar. There were still three or four stops to go, and he was preparing for the final sprint once he got off.

Fortunately, Jian Feng kept busy adding wine and serving dishes, intentionally interrupting the Young Master’s words, which prevented them from revealing any flaws.

The doctor walked into a fairly large room at the corner of the second floor. Several beds were arranged inside, covered with plastic sheets; it was clearly being used as an infirmary or operating room.

Everyone found a place to rest. Zhou Jitang was responsible for keeping watch that night; he climbed onto the roof of the train to observe the entrance.

Sure enough, she had bet on the right horse. Before she could collapse to the ground, she was caught by someone. She didn't care who it was, as long as she didn't fall.

Shen Jiao looked at Chen Fei’er’s thin, frail back. She was still just a child, yet she contained infinite energy.

Shen Jiaxing also felt a bit awkward. With the girl's parents right there, how could he speak so bluntly? This brat really didn't know how to be tactful.

Those who were lucky enough to grab a piece with characters on it were overjoyed, while those who were unlucky sighed and secretly resolved to come earlier the next day.

Under his gaze, she always felt as if she had been seen through—that he knew exactly what she wanted to do, which was why he provided her with such a good opportunity.

The heavily armed armored soldiers patrolling back and forth were enough to make their legs tremble.

Zhang Qian felt the veins on his forehead bulging. He didn't know why everyone was so concerned about whether he had succeeded in catching the bird.

He was so stung by the stench that his eyes watered, making him look like he had been violated. Looking at Zhou Qinhuai’s composure, Qian Tong felt as if the world was bearing a malicious grudge against him.

“It worked! It worked!” He grabbed the middle-aged man beside him in excitement. The man, who had already given up hope, was so moved that he couldn't speak.

Zhao Laosan watched the assassin fall to the ground and continued to swing his blade toward the other assassin.