Exhibit on the Run

Since Landon had refused that person's introduction, he truly never gave his name again and became an anonymous supporting character—one who, surprisingly, had more scenes than some named extras.

After seeing the guests out and serving tea, Lin Zhuo slumped heavily into his chair, his breath coming in harsh gasps, facial muscles twitching with a barely suppressed ferocity.

What he hadn’t expected was that Hu Weidong had connections with important leaders in the city. This internal link made the path to his promotion smooth and unimpeded.

They were all ruthless and merciless people, but when truly confronted by ghosts, no amount of cruelty could help; at most, they could only lick their spicy hands and sweat from the heat.

"Is ten million really so much? Your shares are already worth more than ten million. Start a business with me—when we succeed, a mere villa will mean nothing." Xiong Jun knew they were reluctant but still tried hard to persuade them.

But Xiao Ruiguang and the others knew the truth. Now, listening to the other side’s slander, their expressions grew darker and darker, fists clenched tightly.

Inside the Ghost Sound Umbrella were the souls of over a thousand fierce spirits, bound to power the artifact. These were living souls, unable to reincarnate after being sacrificed to the umbrella, condemned to eternal imprisonment within, never to find release.

Years later, Yuan Shu, Liu Zhang, and Sun Jian—all warlords—rejected Pang Tong due to his unattractive appearance. Pang Tong then turned to Cao Cao, who personally received him with great respect, deeply moving Pang Tong.

Outstanding property evaluators were hard to recruit. There were few matchmaking companies as well, so appointments were needed. Feng Shui masters were also scarce, as the training programs were recent and few had graduated, far from meeting the company’s business needs.

Chen Xi, whose actions defied the heavens and drove people mad with frustration, had openly threatened to kill them in the future. How could they not be afraid? How could they not be terrified?

Taking out a bottle of pills from his robe, he fed one to the person, whose complexion finally improved. Their eyelids quivered—they had regained consciousness, and the first thing they saw was their grandfather.

Yuehan’s hands glowed with a faint light. Using only her physical strength, she could not maintain control, so she channeled her innate energy as a medium to protect her hands. With this extra force, her efforts became far less exhausting.

His golden eyes shone even more brightly in the firelight. He declared, “If you won’t take me with you, I’ll just follow you. Surely, you’re not leaving Moon-Drunk Peak, are you?”

Yet Ning Yue watched all of this with unwavering calm, not a trace of fear, facing the sky with pride. The purple light gathering upon him slowly condensed, forming a protective barrier at his side as if to shield him from the impending divine punishment.

After apologizing and making amends, and having received forgiveness, Li Wei did not linger. He rose to take his leave, but before getting in his car, he agreed with Liu Bin to meet another day for further discussion.

Ning Yue’s brow furrowed, clearly recalling that vague sensation from before—a feeling so nebulous it seemed ready to dissipate at any moment, leaving him deeply unsettled.

Wang Ping’an’s blunt honesty left the two at a loss for words, but they could still hear the underlying message: he was inviting them to make money together, yet they were simply overthinking things.

The reason Xiao Peng chose Los Angeles was precisely because Di Wei was there. Cai Junwei had gone ahead to find Di Wei, suggesting they go together to welcome Xiao Peng. But Di Wei didn’t show up, leaving Xiao Peng puzzled.

A storm-like assault from Chu Ming followed, this time with no holding back—he unleashed all his best techniques.

Seeing Zi Yuning’s anxious expression, Senior Sister Yuluo immediately offered a few words of advice, her pretty face tinged with concern.

“So, when you saw me come in, you started calling me master?” Wu Jie, beginning to understand, picked up where she left off.

Wu Jie was secretly astonished. With the Taiji Sword technique, every monkey he struck with the wooden blade was killed in a single blow. Yet that maggot-ridden monkey didn’t even lose the minimum required health.

Jian Cangwu stared coldly at her moving lips; her words fell on his heart like a hailstorm. He was not Father’s son, not a member of the Jian family—then who was he?

Beside him stood a gigantic, sacred dragon. In front of the dragon, a middle-aged man in golden armor was meticulously roasting a wild boar. The dragon’s eyes were fixed on the greasy meat, and, unconsciously, globs of dragon saliva dripped steadily.

Qin Yang knew this was something Ma Quanxing was absolutely set on doing. He wanted to stop him, but it was impossible; his only hope now lay in the original plan.

“Why has the left side of your face changed shape? Could it be facial paralysis?” Shui Qing’s smile vanished, her voice turning cold. Such people, twisted in heart, bore twisted visages as well. Now that the evil spirit had appeared, she no longer needed to help Hua Shubo win his family’s favor.

“You… you don’t keep your word.” Fan Tian clutched his chest with one hand, pointing at Chen Yu with the other. His face contorted in pain, blood trickled from his mouth, and after uttering this, he fainted straight away.

The Pig Bandit gang grew more and more efficient in their fighting, coordinating with increasing skill. Whenever an orc guard, intentionally or not, wandered into their ranks, three or four weapons would immediately strike in unison, targeting high, middle, and low.