Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Five: Chen Fei’s Secret Dossier
“It was indeed a good thing at first, but we failed to account for human nature.” Jiang Heng could not help but sigh as he spoke. “Back then, we were too careless and didn’t suppress this news. As a result, the matter of the ‘Taisui’ got out.” If anyone dared to cause him trouble, Lin Pengfei wouldn’t hesitate to give them a harsh lesson. He had always treated Jiang Xiangying and Jiang Xiangxue, the two brothers, well—especially since Jiang Yi was in poor health, he allowed them both to help manage the family business. Other jewelry companies, plagued by cash flow issues, were unable to compensate customers promptly. He was already experienced in combat; not to mention fighting inanimate things, even birds in flight were no challenge for him. He lowered his head and glanced at the magazine in his hands. After paying and grabbing her bag, Xu Youran left the café. “Ruoqian, don’t worry, nothing will happen!” Seeing Li Ruoqian so anxious and uneasy, she felt a new wave of resentment toward Gu Jincheng, that scoundrel.
She—years ago, even during her worst moments, she never remembered things so well. Did he keep every detail close to his heart? As Li Ruoqian spoke, she watched Gu Jincheng’s expression carefully. Gu Jincheng nodded with clear satisfaction. Gu Jingbo’s cold, stern gaze made Gu Jingxu feel immense pressure; every time she saw her elder brother, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of respect. Chang An glanced at the bucket by her side—more than half full of roses and plenty of lilies. These might still sell in a flower shop, but hardly anyone would buy them at a street stall. The middle-aged man pinned to the ground was still struggling desperately, but clearly, his efforts were futile. The laboratory was deep inside a massive underground fortress. Passing through a dozen armed guards, Maya arrived before a building—an all-glass structure embedded into the stone wall. At that instant, a torrent of live comments—“Zhang Duidui 666”—flooded the screen, leaving not a single gap. So, he decided to go himself. If Zhao Jian turned out to be trustworthy, he would then let Wang Qianyu handle it. A pair of bat wings drooped limply after repeated impacts, as if exhausted from a fierce battle, inspiring both pity and awe. The two of them had no romance to speak of; at most, they had simply traveled together for a time. He didn’t want Lin Chuan to misunderstand.
They were clearly senior members of Frank’s gang—Jimmy, in particular, kept close track of the boss’s whereabouts at all times. I nodded and pulled Hei Hei over to the coffin. Standing in front of it, my heart was a jumble of curiosity and fear. I was curious about what lay inside, but afraid because it was, after all, a coffin. Just as Fu Chengxuan’s hand was about to touch the basketball, Zhang Yifan deftly hooked it and slipped past him from the other side. Yet Wu Zifan seemed oblivious, lost in his own rhythm, and repeated his rap from earlier. However, after I finished speaking, Qi Shen remained silent. Instead, his face grew even more somber, his eyes deep and unfathomable, fixing me with an inexplicable gaze. His lips pressed into a straight line—it was clear he was displeased. No, he was very displeased.
Team Profile: May possess special abilities, special personnel, or unique items; a team comprised of both ordinary humans and special members. Two days ago, battle reports arrived from the northwest. Now, internal dissent is growing within the Tatars against Huyan; the people’s hearts are divided, and Huyan is busy quelling chaos at home. Even provocations against the northwest have become rare. Upon hearing that Shen Tingchuan still had matters to attend to, Ye Qingqing dared not delay; she nodded to him and headed straight for the chairman’s office.