Chapter 33: The Identity of the Useless Son-in-Law

"So what? If I want to hit her, I will!" Manager Zhang raised his hand high, ready to slap the waitress, Little Peach, once more.

Frightened, Little Peach quickly covered her face, but Su Niannian pulled her behind, trying to protect her.

Ye Feng, seeing Manager Zhang about to strike Su Niannian by mistake, grabbed Zhang's hand with a displeased expression. "Who gave you such..."

She suddenly remembered there had been no signal in the restaurant all along, which made her even angrier.

But just as mentioned before, the gods have never severed the path up the mountain. Though you cannot ascend to the heavens in a single step, you can slowly climb, and your descendants will continue where you left off.

Both Bai Jingyan and Bai Jingtang suspected that the outsiders harbored ill intentions, but since they had little contact with the film crew, any news from the crew would certainly not reach them.

At last, the two forgotten new squad leaders exchanged puzzled glances, then turned to Sajin, awaiting his special orders.

"I... don't like to talk much." Although Mo Yian had now become a mischievous child, Li Yixiao still instinctively spoke to him with utmost respect.

Because Chu Qiaoen had difficulty walking, Murong Hang could only hold him tightly. Their fingers entwined, creating a harmony and beauty that words could not describe.

The burly man was crushed by the overwhelming presence of Shui Moche, unable to move. He turned his eyes with great effort toward Shui Moche, his gaze pleading for mercy.

He sat on the sofa, hands resting on the arms, eyes closed slightly, faint dark circles beneath his eyes.

The emperor took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "What terms do you want?" After all, Shang Jinyu was his own child; no matter how many wrongs he had committed, he was still his son.

A mighty punch erupted with full force, slamming him fiercely and sending him crashing through glaciers like a meteorite, finally landing in a pool of blood. His aura withered instantly.

Avoiding crowded places, they encountered only a few scattered zombies along the way. After circling around and refueling the car, the three of them returned.

The second punch from their assailant was already on its way, the gust from his fist howling through the air with a deafening roar—proof enough of its terrifying power.

"Brother Gong, do you think Chief Qu will win?" Fang Zhennan asked eagerly.

Still, after raising her for so many years, they gave the original owner a place—North Frontier.

The news of his death yesterday nearly frightened Professor McGregor and Scarlett to death.

"Asheng, I brewed this tea for you myself. Do you dislike me so much you can't even take a sip?" Zhao Junya looked heartbroken, tears welling in her eyes.

Today, Park Taixi's father appeared here to take one last look at the company he had built with his own hands. He had already decided to sell it.

"Very well! Since that's the case, Seventh Young Master, you shall await the Leader's command." Guan Jingshan's tone had grown cold, devoid of the warmth from their first meeting.

The bodyguard immediately realized Wu Guanming might have been frightened into some sort of mental breakdown.

After everyone had left, she and I simply sat in silence. Suddenly, she smiled and asked if I wasn't going to invite her to sit. I hurriedly asked her to sit by my bedside.

"My secret?" The powerful revealed one hesitated slightly, unsure of any secret he might have.

But now, Li Chun was a full-fledged Level Eighteen Swordsman—already a top figure in this world. What did he have to fear?

"That's right, I'm talking to you." At that moment, the warlock god-demon from the past spoke again.

The open door revealed utter darkness, a ghostly wind drifting in—preparing for the deity's attempt.