Volume One, Chapter Forty-Four: Beat You to Death

Su Tong glanced back at him and blinked. “Now that the matter’s settled, of course I’m leaving. Am I supposed to stay for dinner?” The house was now shrouded in gloom; she feared that even sharing a meal there would taint her with misfortune.

It was a pity, though—she hadn’t seen Su Hao this time, so she’d have to wait for another chance.

Xiao Shiyu was even more puzzled. What business had she dealt with? Suddenly, recalling her earlier words, he wondered: Had she come merely to warn Shen Xianglan that Su Xi would soon be in danger?

Kong Yu silently mouthed an incantation, releasing a magical attack. But before he could unleash a second spell, he was struck down in a flash of white light by Soulbane’s followers.

Raising his head, Ouyang Qing spotted Huo Xuetong and Quan Shengnan showing several of the elder experts who had helped design and build the museum around the exhibits. He quickly waved them over.

“It’s a shame we didn’t get any truly valuable clues from that man’s mouth,” Su Wanmei said.

His smile was gentle and kind. Feng Xi felt he looked vaguely familiar, but couldn’t recall where they’d met.

“The growth of Beidou Shaoyan is something each of the clan leaders should know well,” Tang Lucun remarked. Though he had grievances with Shaoyan, it hadn’t yet reached the intensity of Guo Haoran’s hatred—Guo Haoran had been humiliated by Shaoyan in public several times, and now the enmity between them ran deep. It was Guo Haoran and Tang Lucun who had called for this gathering of the six great family heads.

“So they want to wear me out completely? What a laughable scheme,” Li Qiang sneered, his devilish grin returning. Suddenly, he accelerated in a straight line, needing only a single stride to bypass the defending player.

Only Aravon and Tedler, ever loyal to the coach’s unwavering “Li Qiang at the center” strategy, stuck to Li Qiang like his shadow. The other three players were caught off guard and failed to react in time.

From this moment on, this matter became the thing Qian Cheng swore to protect—just like the enchanted wine to the demon-turned giant ape.

I hurriedly turned and closed the wardrobe door. At last, I understood why—it really had been altered like this. I was at a loss for words, helpless to explain.

“Ah Dong has a good idea. Since we’re here, we should visit a bar and try the local vodka,” Long Sheng said with a laugh.

Those two old foxes had actually brought four Heavenly Suppression Talismans, always keeping something in reserve. They’d been toying with Guo Hao all along, only now revealing their trump card.

Su Xiaoshuang threw her arms around An Qinya and planted a big kiss on her cheek, making An Qinya recoil in disgust and shove her away.

His mood seemed to have recovered, aside from his pale face; otherwise, he appeared as usual.

An Qinya entered her new quarters and was immediately captivated by the inner room’s décor. Huo Mengning flopped onto the sofa in the main hall, leaving her to explore as she liked.

Nearby, the grandparents saw how uneasy the child looked and offered a few words of encouragement. Soon, other family members chimed in, one after another, but when they looked up again, those outside the kindergarten had all gone.

“What do you know?” Li Xiu’er asked worriedly. She sensed that Qin Feng was hiding something, something he wasn’t telling her.

“It’s Ling’er’s fault for sneaking out and giving the villains their chance,” Shen Ling said remorsefully.

Once Zhou Yuan left, An Qinya pulled Huo Yuqing into the office and had Huo Yuan lower the glass curtain.

What struck him as laughable now was how much money he’d spent outfitting these student clubs, especially the kendo club.

The Poison Sage nodded, eagerly awaiting the results of Dr. K’s research team after three years of work.

Yan Shuai nodded. “That’s right. As far as I know, before coming to Korea, Su Qin had already persuaded the kings of Zhao, Yan, and Qi to form an alliance against Qin. But King Hui of Wei made no commitment—instead, he sent Shuqing to Korea to sound out the Marquis of Han’s intentions.”

“Where should we go next?” Qian Lingyu asked, her arm looped around the ever-gullible Lian Qianjun as they left the stadium. She was still considering where to go when his expression suddenly turned grave.