Chapter 120: Reprimand

The Baby Boss Little Saint 1386 words 2026-04-13 22:49:46

It was clear that they were panicking, which made Jin Yuan feel a bit better. Even if he hadn't investigated the company's affairs himself, the situation would have shifted in this direction eventually. The Li family would never allow their heir to become a target of universal condemnation overnight; after all, the young man was considered a rising talent who had accomplished much under his own management and possessed significant connections.

Little Wei stared intently at the direction of the car. His daddy owned a vehicle that looked exactly like that, and how could a son ever mistake his own father’s car? Yuan Xiangdie realized the child had noticed, and since Julie was the only one who hadn't, she hurriedly urged everyone into the car and drove away. The two of them sat quietly in the back seat.

The telephone on the desk of Military Region Commander Zhao Kai rang; it was Xiang Nan, commander of the 139th Army, calling.

"Ahem... Brother Tianlong! Calm yourself. We only wish to know what Brother Yang Zhan has discovered. I believe everyone can see that he has definitely found something," Zhuge Lieyang said, seemingly acting as a peacemaker.

Qiu Ye, however, ran straight to her mother, who was bundled up in a cotton-padded coat and a large scarf, and opened her arms to give her a big hug.

"An important mission?" Zhen Yue wondered. This trip to Xugui was the turning point for the future of Dongtan. Logically speaking, Ji Jianxuan had joined the Yunchuan Army to lead the Eleventh Division, putting him almost on par with the other generals. Why would he be stationed in Yongdu?

Xiao Wanci felt a chill under his cold gaze. She widened her bright eyes and asked nervously, "Are you saying that the Qin family is even more powerful than our great army?" the person who had been skeptical earlier asked in return.

"Dad, you can rest assured about this; I know what I’m doing," Han Shan promised solemnly.

"After causing so many casualties, how do you plan to clean this up? Even if you find your wife, how will you rescue her? You young people are far too impulsive, sigh..." The sound of the sigh faded away outside the door.

"Your Majesty!" Everyone stared at Tuoba Yao in disbelief. Was he truly going to disregard the life or death of the Empress Dowager?

Mo Wen did not refuse this request. He taught simple breathing and meditation techniques but withheld any mystical arts. The Emperor was the ruler of a nation and should not become obsessed with the pursuit of supernatural powers.

Li Tianchou’s subtle movements could not escape Pan Mang’s perception. Seeing that Li Tianchou’s eyes did not go blind from the light of the square seal when he opened them again, Pan Mang knew his words had made the man hesitate. He sneered inwardly; his former rival and enemy was no longer as bold as he once was, hampered by his own caution—this was his weakness.

Confusion spread rapidly through his thoughts—why was the Emperor here? Should he not be in the capital?

Ever since the Alchemist Guild was founded, very few people had become alchemists through the path of identifying herbs.

Liao Chengyun looked at the immortal warship, which was still flying at high speed and had already collided with many cultivators, and spoke with indignation.

At present, they had gathered eight pieces of Innate Creation Treasures, and everyone wondered if there were any others left, even if only one remained.

There are exceptions to everything. At this moment, among the Heavenly Demon Lords of the Demon Realm and the Heavenly Demon Lords of the Monster Realm, one from each side turned their gaze toward the location of Baichuan City in the Immortal Realm. Both of their faces revealed expressions of excitement, joy, and complexity.

"Pfft!" The man in the gold robe was not even a match for a single strike; he was sent flying by the sword, which left a deep, bone-exposed gash on his right shoulder, blood gushing out in a horrifying manner. His internal organs were severely damaged, and he spat out blood.

Having led several thousand people on an escape southward while being relentlessly hunted by the Li clan, Du Bian had not slept for several days and nights. Now, he sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep.

After being scolded for no reason, Su Rui felt aggrieved and could only ask what they should do now. Could Zhong Lingyu have already left?

Li Tianchou watched Wu Fang’s performance without a word, knowing that this fellow must be hiding something major; otherwise, given his personality, he would never have lost his composure like this.

Because assassins usually came here to accept missions and returned to collect their rewards upon completion, the place was never short of people.