Chapter 96: When Enemies Meet, Their Hatred Burns Hotter

The matter of the Lin family still has no definite answer to this day.

Calling it a mystery would not be an exaggeration.

And now, this guest’s account seemed to offer one possible explanation for the enigma.

At that moment, Mr. Xu’s voice rang out. “Enough! What happened back then is already so long past that there is no point bringing it up again. Today, I…”

The fishing boat steadied somewhat again, and everyone understood that the Vietnamese crew had no intention of leaving any room for mercy. This boat of theirs was now a trapped turtle in a jar. There were still six or seven hands on the fishing boat, and these frightened men were now crying out in panic and despair.

Gao Zhi’s pupils contracted slightly, and he quickly stepped back. At the same time, the short man behind him, Li Wei, strode forward, blocking Gao Zhi’s path and drawing two short iron bars from behind his back, preparing to take Ziwuyu’s strike head-on.

The fingertip brushed Tang Ziqing’s clothing. In an instant, countless sparks seemed to flare to life in Tang Ziqing’s lifeless dead-fish eyes, and the gaping smile on her face was as terrifying as a monster’s.

This dungeon had not been dug by Shen Nie’s orders. The implements of torture inside were stained with dark old blood at a glance, clearly showing they had been there for some time.

The crowd looked in the direction he pointed, and saw three men entering through the hall doorway.

Su Xiu, who had not seen her mother for several days, also shouted loudly toward her. Then she broke free of Jiang Sinián’s hand and ran across the street toward Su Jin.

A fixation carved into flesh and blood for nearly eighteen years had, in one sudden turn, become love. Shen Nie loved Tulian, and that love had sunk deep into his bones.

Facing three opponents alone, Lei Qiandun roared to the sky. On the outermost layer of his skin, fine purple scales suddenly emerged in dense, overlapping patches.

He had never sat upon that throne, nor had he ever truly become Jiana’s real husband.

Perhaps it was only because everyone was too idle now, with no fixed task to occupy them, and so all their attention had turned to these matters.

Qin Feng used his sword technique with ease to block Lin Dong’s attack. Lin Dong gave a contemptuous smile; Qin Feng had merely defended against his ordinary strike and already resorted to a skill, without even using the combat enhancement on his body. He probably could not bear to use it because it was not green-grade.

“There’s nothing to ask…” Lu Chen drove with great concentration, not daring the slightest negligence, after all he had nearly caused a car accident moments ago.

The blood-red mandala flower, as translucent and lustrous as jade, sensed Jun Lingtian’s aura and actually sent out a thread of divine sense. Its meaning was roughly a warning: do not come any closer, or suffer the consequences.

Wu You and Wu Chaojing then left the council hall to arrange the matters at hand. At that moment, Xiahou Lan stepped forward, as though he had something to say.

“All right…” Ye Xin did not ask Lu Chen to continue observing for a few more days. She understood his character well enough, and with a single reply she sent the doctor and nurse out of the ward.

The old wolf seemed unconcerned with my thoughts. He kept looking around for any clues and paid no attention to what I was doing.

Sanjin discussed it with me. Wang Yu had sent Da Tian to intercept our goods, right on the road between Da Gang’s apartment and Sanjin’s place. I truly could not understand it. Wang Yu was being far too outrageous, acting without the least sense of propriety or restraint.

Feelings can be strange things sometimes. The more Su Hanshan explained, the more he felt that the person called Jian Gu Liang was none other than that willful little wild girl, Qin Wuyang.

Because the bear pelt had already been made into clothes by Li Yu, the two of them could only sleep on the straw now.

He believed that if he had someone like that to help him repeatedly make Xika stumble, then within a month he could strip Xika of all influence in the tribe.

The ham soup was so fresh, with just a faint trace of chicken broth in it. Rong Yue drank it in one gulp, then slowly picked at the chicken drumstick in the soup and ate it.

Her red lips parted slightly. Her voice held not the slightest trace of emotion, and the temperature around her plunged sharply. Even the breath exhaled by Li Hongyan turned into ice crystals and fell to the ground.