Chapter 39: The Eccentric Mother and Son
"That's right, I'm the boss."
Chu Jiangyue could clearly see what this mother-son pair was scheming, but since they hadn't taken any concrete action yet, she couldn't abruptly confront them.
"Boss Chu, they probably don't mean anything by it."
He had explicitly warned them multiple times on the way - they could do whatever they wanted at Jianglin Hotel, except break the hotel's rules or offend the boss.
Are this mother and son deaf or suffering from amnesia? It hasn't been…
If that were the case, Wang Meigong would really have to thank that troublesome Crown Prince for sending him such a fine eldest son.
As if finally seeing someone familiar, the young man called Orson by the woodcutter Mark - dressed in tattered clothes, disheveled, with every part of his body perfectly covered in thorn scratches - stared blankly at woodcutter Mark like someone possessed before suddenly shouting hysterically.
"That was her decision. The military can't give her the privilege to treat things as a joke - she can leave if she wants, stay if she prefers.
The crowd wore expressions of sudden understanding, yet their gazes toward the golden carriage remained fervent.
"What is it?" Lan Xiqing's voice carried a hint of coldness, a stark contrast to his gentle whispers last night. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought yesterday's tenderness was but a beautiful dream.
She and Xueru entered the shop together to purchase hemostatic powder, silver needles and thread for suturing wounds.
With irrefutable evidence and additional charges including corruption, dereliction of duty, and debauchery, those men deserved death ten times over.
Zhao Qiqi rubbed her temples in frustration - even those two male attendants could see the seven voodoo dolls now. Did this place really need to suppress spiritual power so thoroughly?
Feng Jiuxiao felt helpless. She was telling the truth, yet people always assumed she was boasting.
"Disaster! He's forcibly taken our sect's treasure!" Jian Guiyuan exclaimed, realizing the gravity of the situation.
Wuming shook his head. He had originally brought a few helpers, but unexpectedly they all became burdens.
However, before the black card reached the card slot, Yao Tianhai suddenly saw a dark shadow flash before his eyes.
For them, it was merely about helping to draw alchemy arrays, with no real danger involved, yet they remained somewhat skeptical. After all, research related to the soul requires obtaining proper qualifications to conduct.
The deafening echoes instantly surged like mountains and tides across heaven and earth—these were the heartfelt cries and demands from the members of the Martial Alliance, the pent-up fervor and excitement within their hearts.
At this moment, half of its body was submerged in the sea while the other half protruded above the water, directly blocking Li Bai's path. However, its four eyes were currently closed, as if it were asleep.
Lan Ziyi had spoken to this extent, leaving Qiu Xiaozhi with nothing more to say. He bowed to Lan Ziyi and dropped the topic.
The figure emerging from the flames was not the person he hoped to see, but rather Buddhist statues. After stepping out of the sea of fire, the statues still bore burning flames, as if enraged.
Upon hearing this, all the tribesmen joyfully went to prepare food. Seeing his people so happy, Man Qian felt immense joy and immediately joined them in preparing celebratory dishes.
Now that Dragon Tiger Mountain had issued the Dragon Tiger Order, coupled with their dispatch of law-enforcement disciples, Qin Yan believed this must be related to Lin Juncong.
Inside the military camp, Aron sat quietly in a secret chamber. The chamber was small, and aside from him, there was no one else present.
The space below was brightly lit, forcing Chen Yu to shield his eyes momentarily. When he lowered his hand, he saw that the basement was vast—at least four to five hundred square meters. Apart from the central raised platform, the surrounding area was open ground. However, at that moment, the open ground was packed with people. Among them stood three beautiful women—Du Juan, Bai Yan, and Zhou Min.
"Who are you?" President Wang was a man in his early forties, short in stature but quite sturdy. His appearance was ordinary; without the title of president, he would simply be an average middle-aged man on the street.