Say what you will—Xue Wanqian looked like a hard man to get along with, but he was actually quite easy to coax.

The group immediately brought out the recorded footage of the Diao family squad's match and reviewed it, and with the general approach settled, a tactical plan for the next battle quickly took shape.

What followed was simulated joint training.

Over the next two days, the whole of the joint training continued to be plagued by one mishap after another.

Still, they had at least one victory under their belts, so even if their coordination was not yet fully there, they had gained a measure of confidence—at least they no longer fell apart the more they practiced, as they had before.

Two...

Because the price Liao Zhiming had offered them was simply too tempting: ten million—a full ten million. With that ten million, Scarface could easily disappear into Myanmar, take a wife, raise children, and live out his days in peace, no longer having to live in constant fear as he had back home.

What was even more absurd was that even knowing Yuan Yan was a man, his feelings for the other had not changed in the slightest. On the contrary, the obsession in his heart had only grown stronger.

Meanwhile, while Yinglong and Yushi were fighting, Chiyou, relying on his own speed, had once again caught up with Shennong.

Having made up his mind, Ye Xuan left the auction house with Niu Ao, first driving him home before heading out himself.

"Isn't that so? Looking like this and saying nothing's wrong—that's hardly convincing, is it! Cough!" Hongdou glanced around, thinking that there was no telling when the Anbu would arrive, and no telling how long it would take them to find her. The situation was urgent and could not be delayed; time was quite literally life.

Seeing Wang Qing lead his men inside, He Donglai gave a few instructions and then followed them in. He wanted to hear it for himself; otherwise, he really would not feel at ease.

There were still many unexplained phenomena in it—after all, this fusion was unprecedented, and no one could say for certain what specific changes would occur.

"I'm just afraid that if we make too much noise, we'll alert the snake, and the killer will pull back into his shell and never come out again—then we'll really be in trouble," Xiao Che said dismissively.

When Tianming stopped to rest, I saw him sitting by the roadside staring blankly into space. I walked over and handed him the waterskin in my hand.

Once the garbage problem was dealt with, Weiyi turned around and, raising both hands together—smack, smack—brought them down on Ju Jingwa's shoulders, one on each side. With a slight exertion of force, the fragile, unresisting Ju Jingwa was pulled close and embraced by Weiyi.

In his constituency, his Republican rival had already launched an attack in public opinion, demanding that he resign to take responsibility so that the rival could step in and take his place.

This was the power of the Supreme Transformation Buddha—Feng Shiqiang had once used it in our battle at the top of the Shuimu building, nearly driving me, who had opened the fourth Gate of Wounds, into a corner.

Meiluo Fo, however, said not a word, his face cold, and led Aimo to a hidden place—the Black Forest inside the Royal Academy, of all places. It was pitch black here, as dark as night, so no one would discover them, and besides, no one ever came to this place anyway.

"To be honest with you, big brother, I've got a bit of a conflict with Wang Xue from that imperial company, and she's out to make trouble for me, so I might as well deliver myself to her doorstep. Big brother, why don't you tell me about your business?" Zhang Hao said.

On the day of the official sales launch, a notification sounded in her mind that the mission was complete. Su Mi cheerfully opened a bottle of red wine and celebrated with Lu Shunchen.

"What—it really is you?" If before it had only been a guess, then what Shamoli was doing now was confirming it for them.

But now, having slept and woken up, Jiang Qiyan had already recovered—yet she had never expected that all of this was real. Zhang Hao really was right in front of her, and more importantly, she herself was in Zhang Hao's arms, being held by him.

Although the Knight Academy's strength could not compare to the several great academies, Aimo's team here was very small, so this was undoubtedly adding frost to snow for Aimo.

Wu Tai was knocked back, and Lian Yun caught him in his hand, frowning slightly, his face dark enough to drip water.

"No, I usually drink cola," Zhang Hao said. Beside him, Mu Xueqi was utterly vexed; she realized she had miscalculated after all. She had assumed all men liked to put on a bit of a show, so she had never briefed Zhang Hao on any of this—but wasn't this sort of thing something all men just knew how to do by nature?