Chapter 97: Revenge Plan

"I understand, Old Master Xu," Lin Yu said with a nod, his gaze turning resolute. "I will stay on guard."

Old Master Xu nodded in satisfaction. He knew Lin Yu was a clever and resourceful young man, and could be trusted to handle the matter properly.

He patted Lin Yu on the shoulder once more, then turned and walked toward the other guests.

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Meanwhile, Senluo, who had temporarily taken over management, had already begun carrying out his duties. After separating the men, he adjusted them into a fighting stance. As the person responsible for the defensive positions, he naturally had to be ready for battle at every moment; that was his duty.

When the crowd heard the shout, they all came out. Outside, they saw a dark-skinned, bare-chested man angrily waving a large iron ladle at Mu Zhaoyang. Behind him stood an electric blue three-wheeled cart, carrying four large lidded barrels.

Its head began to change; two dragon whiskers appeared, followed by four claws, and two dragon horns sprouted from the top of its head.

Zhou Quan smiled and nodded, lifting his teacup. Bai Mingqi also raised his cup, and the two of them lightly touched cups in the air, marking the end of their conversation.

The man calling himself Razlov, the mounted-boxing master, got straight to the point. In just two sentences he made his identity and purpose clear. More than that, his words revealed another fact: their rebel forces were not limited to the Grand Duchy of Mazheni; they also had men in the Grand Duchy of Noa and the Grand Duchy of Draman.

Although Ye Feng was also surprised by the immortal servant's reaction, he was in urgent need of time right now, so he naturally did not mind the man kneeling like that.

For that reason, in ordinary times, apart from a few mercenary bands specialized in hunting demon beasts, very few people would venture deep into the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range.

"It is of no use to me, but it can save my friend's life," Lian Sheng thought aloud.

The shopkeeper was trembling all over at this moment. Two bloody heads lay not far from him; as an ordinary mortal, he was naturally terrified. He could only keep nodding, fearing that the immortals before him might kill him on the spot.

Yan Liang and Sun Ce did not know that their military intelligence had already been detected by the intelligence network under Lü Bu and leaked to Yuan Shu. Full of ambition, they led their armies to attack Jiuzhang Commandery and Lujiang Commandery.

A white mouse with a faint red tint was taken from the cage; clearly, the dye was gradually fading. Like the others, this mouse had been injected with the hydrochloride of an azo compound. It had not died of septicemia, and even the streptococci within its body had already been killed.

The divisional artillery regiment, silent until now, let out a thunderous roar at this moment, utterly ignoring the possibility of being struck by Japanese artillery. The seventy-five-millimeter mountain guns fired furiously at a rate of fifteen rounds per minute, turning the stretch between the Japanese front-line and rear reinforcements into a sea of fire.

"Don't even mention that. Back when the navy that defected to Nanjing was first taken in, they could not even get their salaries paid out. It was only because people like us followed Commander Fu that we had enough to eat and a salary to support our families." Chen Fu could not help but show a look of pride as he said this.

After Liu Bei secured Yizhou, he appointed Fei Guan as Assistant General, and later promoted him to Administrator of Ba Commandery and Governor of Jiangzhou, where he guarded the southeast of Yizhou. In the first year of Jianxing, after the new emperor ascended the throne, Fei Guan was ennobled as Marquis of Duting and promoted to General Who Rouses Valor.

Even before entering the forging workshop, one could hear the deafening blows of the hammers. Once inside, however, all that came into view was the rise and fall of the hammer heads, with red-hot forgings twisting on enormous steel hoists. A massive twenty-ton hydraulic press was at that very moment shaping a main shaft, and with every strike of hammer upon hammer, sparks burst from the glowing metal.

At the very least, it was known that this contest of martial display at the temple had been meticulously planned by the Radiance Assembly for years. Though they had turned the tables with a scheme against the unsuspecting, the temple could hardly escape blame for suffering such a grievous setback.