Chapter 47: Which Man Should Carry Him Back

"Mr. Huo, there's a centipede! It's so scary! Please help me get rid of it."

Huo Yanting, upon hearing this, didn't even glance at Sang Ke, but turned and rushed straight into the woman's tent.

The blood within his body boiled again. The man in black's face shifted from black to green, then from green to red, red to purple, and finally settled on an ashen hue. His fists clenched so tightly that the bones creaked.

"Shen Shen." Xie Shaohua saw Lin Shen Shen, a glow blossoming in his eyes. After bidding farewell to those beside him, he strode rapidly toward Lin Shen Shen.

Why does this flamboyant fellow look like that? Wasn't it he who rescued him? If not for his intervention, he might already have become a dead fox, instead of floating in the air now, showing off before him.

Later, after the blood monster incident, Zining recognized her flaw of having many abilities but lacking mastery. She began to seriously ponder her existing powers and discovered another application for her mimicking ability—environmental mimicry.

At this moment, he could only hope Li Chen would stop, wait for headquarters to arrive, or for Voel to return. If Voel came back, there might still be hope; at the very least, if they joined forces, they might have a chance to subdue Li Chen.

In the distance, Yin Feng's face was struck with astonishment. His soul was now terrifyingly powerful, his eyesight extraordinary, and he noticed Jiang Hun cast a covert glance in his direction, subtle though it was.

But upon seeing the filth from the latrine smeared on his collar, his mood, which had just improved, plummeted once more to rock bottom.

She came immediately to find them, but the palace staff said the Emperor and the Empress were in the Imperial Garden, advising her to wait before proceeding. When she finally managed to come over, she still hadn't found them.

The thought of Suya Corporation's collapse, and the image of someone kneeling before him to be humiliated, excited Duan Yanfei. If only Feng Xiangyao were here, his animalistic instincts would have long since erupted.

Hearing He Sheng Tang's shout, the tense atmosphere eased a little; everyone turned their eyes once more to Pu Yang, this time without hatred.

Wang Peng listened to the list of names, growing more and more shocked with each one. They were all high-ranking officials. This wasn't a dinner; it was a warm-up before the meeting with Ouyang Hui tomorrow.

Pu Yang was speechless. Was this a hint he could take stimulants? But this wasn't an Olympic competition where a tiny difference could determine victory. Here, it was about raw strength—beat down your opponent. Would stimulants even help? Besides, now that you've "invited" me over and only just told me the reason, where am I supposed to prepare anything?

Although this room appeared rustic on the outside, inside it was filled with distinctly modern items—monitors everywhere, covering every corner outside the old Su family mansion's walls.

"Rampant and domineering, bullying others for no reason—he's already violated my personal safety. Are you suggesting I should stand there and let him hit me, or defend myself?" Lin Yang disliked Lu Youwei at first sight; this man seemed cut from the same cloth as his deceased nephew.

"After our cooperation, once we've successfully taken down the Ironhead Society, you can expand our organization. However, you're forbidden from using any hall names for expansion," Zong Feng said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Yan'er, who had been enjoying the show, widened her eyes instantly, and even Wang Huifen's body trembled.

The group of three headed to the Western restaurant at once. Wang Peng, remembering the words Feng Tianming had said to him the previous night, walked behind Feng Tianming and Zhang Donghai, preoccupied with his thoughts.

"It's already been divided up. We can act at any time," the regiment commander, hearing Ai Meng's voice, immediately stepped forward to report. Ai Meng nodded, her gaze sweeping over her own agents.