Volume One, Chapter 26: Arrested

By the time he realized what was happening, he found himself inside Bureau 507.

"Freeze! Don't move!"

Before he could even get a clear look at his surroundings, a chorus of rifle bolts rang out in unison.

A familiar, stout figure appeared soon after.

"Director Jiang, you dare to secretly collude with monsters and bring them into Bureau 507? You’ve got some nerve!" Sun Dehong sneered coldly, turning his gaze to Old Jiang.

"Why is it always you? Sun Dehong, are you ever done?" Before Old Jiang could speak, Wang Meng beside him protested.

He wanted to step forward and argue, but was forced back at gunpoint by a guard.

"Sun Dehong, what exactly are you trying to do?" Old Jiang’s eyes...

I hurried over to Cheng Shaokang, helped him up—his breathing steady, merely surface wounds. I quickly hoisted him onto my back and headed up the mountain where the turtle was.

For now, I left my senior sister outside the plane, then followed Leng Feng and the others as we charged inside.

When Li Yuanhua decided to offer a million, Grandpa Wang felt a sense of robbing the rich to help the poor—he thought this was something worth doing.

However, none of this mattered to Lu; concerns about understanding the people’s conditions were of no consequence to him. Such worries belonged to William and his ilk.

More and more Mian Dian people lay along the road, clearly those who’d failed to escape after the tear gas attack.

If someone’s breath faltered, lacking the strength to swim back, they’d be dragged off to Fusang—having experienced that once, Chong Yun swore never to endure it again! Last time, he’d swallowed half a bellyful of water after being dragged along, and the memory still sent chills down his spine days later.

It’s hard to describe this uneasy feeling—a danger not threatening life, but somehow more agonizing. The cause was these berries and flowers, so I stared at them, silent for a long while.

The bodyguard cleared the way ahead. Xing Shaozun, carrying Ning Long, descended from the second floor. People in the hall stared in a daze; Xing Shaozun’s fitted white shirt revealed his strong back, and especially those powerful arms—holding someone was effortless for him.

Who could’ve guessed? Mist Island wasn’t fazed by any of this; he merely pushed his glasses up with a finger. “Ah, now I can’t see a thing.” Squinting, Mist Island feigned panic and called out to Luke beside him.

Thud, thud! Wrapped in red substance, Luke knocked twice on the metal door, the muffled sound traveling through the foul air down the street. Luke could hear rustling from within nearby buildings—there were still quite a few living people.

Tiansheng sniffed for ages, and besides the scent of grass and trees, detected nothing else. He wondered if the Gu Demon Sect, being a demonic sect, and Red Child, being a demon, would sense something particular. But he could imagine that any fragrance Red Child liked wouldn't be pleasant.

After more than a month at sea, over three thousand people disembarked from the warships, staggering with every step. Huang Bing, without waiting for Sun Quan’s orders, organized the men to erect camps, while Sun Quan, accompanied by his wives, sat on the damp ground to rest.

Chao Xia retired to her room to rest. Huo Bao, holding the letter addressed to Yuan Musheng, personally delivered it to Qingshi County. Meanwhile, Huo Qingsong was contemplating the ‘roster’ recently mentioned by Chao Xia. From her, he learned that she’d suddenly parted from Lü Xiang’er after seeing people from the old Chen Royal Residence.

“No.” Lü Hong shook his head, rising to leave—he didn’t want Lü Xiang’er to keep guessing. With her intelligence, Lü Hong couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t uncover the truth.

He’d originally intended to seal Yunhe’s cultivation and abduct him, but when his spiritual sense entered Yunhe’s body he discovered that Yunhe’s spiritual sea was shattered, his energy depleted, internal injuries unhealed, so weak he was less than a common man—no threat at all. Jade Immortal Prince didn’t even bother to waste effort on Yunhe.

Listening to the examinees outside, Lü Hong knew now wasn’t the best time for questioning, so he held his tongue. Still, he resolved that once the carriage reached a secluded spot, he would stop and inquire thoroughly.

With invincibility on my side, I fired arrows without restraint, unleashing full firepower. My current attributes easily broke the defenses of this low-level demon boss.

Since its opening, Fragrant Wine Tavern had been prosperous, its business booming day by day. Yuan Musheng, as the manager, was proud and content. Yet he never imagined that during Lü Xiang’er’s absence, such an incident would occur.

But it was already too late. Chen Feng slowly knelt to the ground, evidently becoming the first soul claimed by the Chaos Swordsman.

Originally, Song Yuan had wanted to keep his whereabouts secret, hoping for a quiet life in Qinghe Village. But who could have foreseen that the Lü family’s troubles would force him out, and that Ye Feng would eventually discover where he was.

Now, Fang Zheng was no longer the weakling who had to hide his treasures for fear of blame; he could bring out good things openly, rather than keeping them concealed as before.

Zhuoya, with black hair and brown eyes, had skin as fair as porcelain, perfectly inheriting her mother’s features and her father’s hair. Her sleek, dark locks cascaded freely as she sat on her father’s lap, slowly eating the pancake in her hand.

“We don’t need to worry about this for now. The Revolutionary Army is about to act.” He tossed the newspaper to “Phoenix” Marco and laughed loudly.

Mulan could only sigh inwardly, but thought, “When soldiers come, we resist; when water comes, we block it; when the boat reaches the bridge, it will straighten out.” As the system advised, she could only wait quietly.

Zhen Chong’s heart sank. Something had happened—why did Wu Zhihuan barge in without waiting for the eunuch to announce him?

After all, those who reach the Celestial realm are humanity’s most elite, priceless treasures not to be squandered. In Yuan City, they would receive dedicated care from physicians, servants, and nutritionists.

“It’s nothing, just exhaustion,” Future General Nana Min said, holding her in his arms, his gaze suddenly drawn to the delicate earring before him.

A surge of conqueror’s aura spread imperceptibly in all directions, causing birds and beasts passing by to plummet from the sky, foaming at the mouth, eyes rolling back, their fate unknown.

From the initial intelligence leaks about the World Government, to the contempt for the Four Emperors, to the final critique of the World Government’s system, it all led to one conclusion: the problem lay in the institution itself.