Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Culprit

Yang Feng frowned slightly and recoiled his hand as if startled. He stared at the pale-faced Xia Yumo, deeply confused by what had just happened.

Outside, Zhou Ziyi was still sipping tea. Seeing the Lady Yun emerge, she feigned concern and stood up to inquire.

The head of the Nangong family sat with a gloomy expression, silently pondering what this meant for his own household.

While he was caught in uncertainty, Fang Lixia continued his emotional appeal, tears and snot streaming down his face. Strictly following Song Canran’s instructions, he dared not utter a single word of nonsense. As he was mid-lament, a commotion erupted in the venue; the media had received word that the assailant who attacked Zhang Lain had been found.

At this moment, he recalled the man under Wells’ command. Although his rank was only middle-tier Black Iron, his courage and resolve were truly admirable.

They had not gone far when Huo Zizhao strolled over, his tall, upright figure blocking their path.

Xu Yuan looked at her affectionately, acting as if there had never been any falling out between them, as if Song Canran were still the woman he deeply loved.

This heavy reality weighed on her so painfully that she avoided looking at Shen Niannian’s abdomen, not daring to touch the child herself.

Gone was his usual refined and elegant demeanor; Ye Yinchen sat directly on the ground, seemingly indifferent to the bloodstains on his robes and cheek.

If the eldest branch had a legitimate heir, he would inherit; if not, it would pass to the eldest branch’s illegitimate son. It would certainly never fall to the second branch, or the illegitimate sons of the third or fourth branches.

Moreover, why did her words sound so seductive to his ears, making him wonder if she was teasing him on purpose?

He only wanted to let time test his heart—to see if he truly couldn't live without the other person. If the experiment succeeded, he would be more than willing to devote his life to them wholeheartedly. But if it failed, leaving to find a better version of himself would also be a good choice.

He was now a [Fifth-Grade] Earth God, and a [Fifth-Grade] teetering on the edge. As long as he obtained the remaining half of the plateau, he could leap forward again. Reaching the [Fourth-Grade] was unlikely, but adding a "sub-" rank to his title shouldn't be too difficult.

Before long, a beam of spiritual light shot out from the blessed lands of each family, following a mysterious connection as it flew upward.

The head of the Wang family looked on in disbelief; he never expected that the precious blade which had accompanied him for so many years would break just like that.

Qin Tianhu was also feeling a headache regarding Fang Sisi. Originally, it was meant to be a casual fling, a single night of passion, but now it seemed things were not so simple.

Regardless of whether there were terrorists in Youzhou, once the word left their media, it was certain that no terrorists existed.

If you don't know what to believe, then go and create highly orderly things; enjoy the process of creation—that is all there is to it.

As for the specifics of photoresists, developers, and etching solutions, those could be left to the professionals. As for the lithography equipment and heat treatment devices, Li Guocheng would have to design and manufacture them himself.

"My name is Yang Kaiquan. If you have a problem, come at me, don't touch my family!" The sanitation worker’s eyes were bloodshot. He stood firm, taking full responsibility for his actions, and the name he gave was his real one.

Zhao Yue gestured for him to begin speaking. The culprit took the microphone, gathered his thoughts, and said into the mic: "Everyone here, soldiers, officers, and friends in the media, greetings! I am the one who just shot and killed the President."

Inside the Executive Department, in a vast, spacious plaza, dozens of people were lined up in neat rows. Lin Bosheng turned his head to glance at King Kong in another formation not far away, feeling quite worried about Yi Tian and Li Mu, who were still in the hospital.

Seeing the cold sneer on Lu Chen’s face, and noting that he hadn't even consulted Zi Lanxin before taking the bank card and asking the waiter to exchange it for chips, Lante suddenly understood—everything Lu Chen had done just now was an act. Lante couldn't help but feel even more curious about Lu Chen.

After a few polite exchanges, Wu Liande was the first to leave the Governor’s Mansion. Seeing Wu Liande depart, Ye Zhong hurriedly found an excuse to leave as well.

Yu Qing was dragged along for a distance before finally catching his breath. He then turned to support Yu Youcai as they headed toward the west side of the city.

Just as Lu Chen finally made up his mind and prepared to knock on Cheng Ying’s door, the door opened on its own. Cheng Ying, who emerged from within, froze, staring blankly at Lu Chen, unable to believe what she was seeing was real.

It was expected that Eleven would not surrender so easily. Even if he failed to successfully imprison Eleven, the Great Shaman would at most scold him a few times, which was better than provoking Eleven and losing his life on the spot.

"Rest assured, my lord. I will certainly keep a close eye on these men under my command," Sun Liechen nodded and said.

Although he had kept a backup plan, it was still humiliating. Just thinking about it made him want to tear the Dream God to pieces.

The black whirlwind was too powerful; it broke through the pressure of the giant sword. With a wild roar, the thunder shattered the ancient seal. Under the swirling force, the giant sword hummed and clanged until it was finally pulverized by the rage of the lightning.