Volume 1, Chapter 32: Falling Into a Team of Doted Favorites

Once the two people in the room had fallen into a deep, disoriented slumber, he took out a flashlight crafted from moonstone and crystal and began to search the area meticulously.

Luo Ling smiled faintly and said, "No, I was just thinking about some of the details Commander Wang mentioned earlier. Based on what I know of Xiao Chen, he doesn't seem like the type to follow rules or stick to a rigid routine. Could a team leader and Peng Ziyi’s deputy really detain him against his will?"

Although Zhang Lei and Liu Jiao fought back desperately, they were no match for two grown men. By now, both women were pinned beneath them, and the men were laughing lewdly while reaching out to tear at their clothes.

These were simple common truths, and she was not afraid to share them with him; after all, one had to be extremely close to someone to meet all three conditions simultaneously.

Li Jia was unaware that, at that very moment, Countess Salinda and Arias were watching him from a window in the castle.

When Li Tianfeng heard the sound, his heart skipped a beat. He was shocked that he could be so distracted in a place like this, allowing someone to get so close without him noticing. Fortunately, the person speaking had no intention of killing him, otherwise, he would have been in real danger.

By the time Lilos discovered Gilnas and the others, the autogyro had already landed steadily on the training grounds of the Royal Guard camp.

"Hmph, anyone can talk big, but can you defeat me right now? Your condition is probably no better than mine!" Li Tianfeng retorted, his voice betraying no sign of weakness.

The remaining dozen disciples whispered among themselves, astonished by what had just occurred. However, they could not possibly know the secret of the Heavenly Demon physique, and since the first level had been broken through, they were too happy to dwell on it further.

After various deductions, Wu Yangjia couldn't help but wonder if, after abandoning the truck, the suspect had fled the scene in a suspicious vehicle to evade police pursuit.

Looking at the telegram, Hu Biao pondered for a moment and said, "Reply to the Shandong Column. I am not in a position to offer too many suggestions regarding the independent regiment's expansion plan. I only hope that this expansion will not provoke other neighboring friendly forces."

For the many invading Japanese soldiers, the defeat in the Battle of Taierzhuang was not merely a loss in terms of manpower, but more importantly, a psychological blow; the myth of the "invincible Imperial Army" circulating among the populace had been shattered.

If they were being given such face, it was best to hold back a little; at the very least, he shouldn't continue to look so hostile as before.

"It doesn't matter, those dwarves are rude bastards anyway. Let’s just blow this gate open," Thresh laughed dismissively, his face flushed with drunkenness. Qin Chuan cast a skeptical glance at him but decided against doing so.

Since they couldn't even rescue the reinforcements trying to leave the city, sending more troops out would only increase casualties. If the city's defenses were left empty and the anti-Japanese forces seized the opportunity to attack and capture Changzhi, all the effort the Japanese had spent occupying the city would be in vain.

"You had better think carefully. It is easy to kill him, but it would be very difficult to bring him back to life," the blue-eyed statue nearby reminded him.

The tense standoff between the two sides had left Xi Feiling and her group too afraid to act. It was only after Xi Zhen gave the order that they moved to untie the people who had been locked in the room.

Sister Dongfang and Brother Ximen readily agreed, and the North City Lord nodded as well; only the Sixth-Rank expert had a stiff neck, though he had no room to argue here.

Before Jiuxiang approached, Fu Mudan nudged Lu Ming and muttered, "Why did you have to choose him? He’s poor, he’s no good!" Once Jiuxiang drew near, she naturally stopped saying such things, squinting her crescent-shaped eyes as she looked him up and down.

Li Rizhi pretended to be very impatient, but the corner of his eye was closely watching Zhang's reaction. It seemed he would have to continue focusing on her.

The bathhouse attendants here were professionally trained; their technique and patience were top-tier, and no matter how much sweat or grime there was, they never felt disgusted.

"I know Buyang, but I forgot how I got here. My home is in Runan! How did I end up in Buyang?" This Er Pang scratched his head, struggling desperately to recall the memory.

Ning Xiu briefly explained the structure of the flintlock musket to them. Of course, he didn't go into detail—after all, he didn't have any cheat codes, and they would have to figure out the specific mechanics for themselves.

The next morning, Zheng Chenheng woke up early—though his "early" was merely just in time. After washing and dressing, he woke Xichen, who was still lazily lounging in bed like a cute kitten.

Guoguo was only a little over a year old and didn't understand his sister's hardship, so he just sat in his high chair, giggling and blowing bubbles. When his sister had returned just a moment ago, she had given him two sweet kisses.

Hongyi lowered her forehead slightly. She was already petite, and this slight bow made her look even more fragile, as if she were enduring some great grievance.

As for why Lu Shu wanted to go up and take a look? Because it was necessary to observe the situation personally; news gathered from others' words was never as useful as seeing it with one's own eyes.

Just then, Dingdang felt several powerful forces crashing against her containment spell from the outside.

Father Qiu wiped his face with his hand. This day had been exhausting; it was only because he had witnessed such spectacles when his mother was alive that he hadn't been scared out of his wits. He just wanted to resolve the issue and leave as quickly as possible, so he had endured everything that just happened.

The Seven Nether Fists had seven levels. The first level unleashed the force of seven punches in an instant, the second level fourteen, and by the seventh level, one could strike forty-nine times at once—just thinking about it made his blood boil.

The two men below had tossed their military jackets aside; their sleeves were rolled up to their elbows, their shirt collars were torn into a mess, and their faces were bruised, with blood still streaming from one man's head.

The people turning to walk away had muscles bulging noticeably in their cheeks, yet they could not utter a single word.