Shanghai City.
Donghua District, Team A headquarters.
Hahaha, I admit, Wang Ye is very strong, but he cannot come back alive, so...
I advise you to know your place, give up this team quota.
Relying on you few crooked melons and split dates, you cannot support a team.
Su Wenqian looked condescendingly at Wang Qiang and Liu Qian, with a gentle smile on his face, and said lightly.
King Kong's terrifying body emitted a sense of oppression, his bronze bell-like eyes staring at everyone.
Zhou Han sat in the corner, playing with her phone, shaking her sexy long legs, as if ignoring everything.
And there was no sign of Li Hongtian.
Wang Qiang looked at Su Wenqian, clenched his fists tightly, but fell silent without saying a word.
He knew that with his own strength, he had no qualifications to argue with Su Wenqian, even though he had already awakened twice.
But Su Wenqian... was the son of the Director of Operations.
No, Wang Ye is not dead yet.
Liu Qian, who was pale, stood silently in the corner, suddenly looked up with a firm gaze at Su Wenqian and said.
The smile on Su Wenqian's face gradually disappeared, and his face darkened: Whore!
What, did you sleep with Wang Ye?
Or are you posing as Wang Ye's woman?
Do you have a say in this?
As he spoke, a trace of hideousness flashed through Su Wenqian's eyes. He slapped Liu Qian in the face: In my eyes, you are just trash.
Who gave you the right to talk to me?
Wang Qiang's expression changed, and he subconsciously stepped forward to stand in front of Liu Qian.
He didn't say anything, just looked at Su Wenqian silently, a faint glow appearing on his skin.
Humph!
Not far away, King Kong coldly snorted and took a step forward. The ground shook slightly and the terrifying aura pressed Wang Qiang back a step.
I said...
You guys are so noisy.
Zhou Han put down her phone and looked at Su Wenqian unpleasantly: Don't affect my gaming, okay?
Haha, just teaching two ignorant trash.
Didn't expect to disturb you, little Han. Really sorry.
Su Wenqian's gaze swept greedily over Zhou Han's sexy legs again, and he said with a chuckle: Why don't you join our team?
No, a bunch of trash.
Zhou Han lazily glanced at Su Wenqian and said lightly.
Then she put her gaze back on the phone screen, full of enthusiasm.
A flash of gloom crossed Su Wenqian's face, but his smile soon returned: In three days, I will come to challenge your team.
If you can't even beat a civilian team, then you have no reason to exist.
I will report it then and disband you.
After speaking, Su Wenqian's gaze swept over Zhou Han's sexy legs again, then he left with King Kong.
Liu Qian's right cheek was slightly red, and she sat down silently without saying a word.
Wang Qiang hesitated, then comforted: Wang Ye just went deep into the Wasteland, he may not necessarily die.
Besides...
Besides, we are all awakened with special abilities twice, even if not in Team A, we won't be treated too badly.
Liu Qian suddenly looked up, staring at Wang Qiang: At first, during the supernatural incident at the mall, I wanted to live, I wanted to seduce Wang Ye.
He told me to stop being sly.
At the headquarters meeting, facing Su Wenqian, I hid behind without speaking up.
I could feel your and Wang Ye's contempt for me.
I admit, I'm just an ordinary woman, I just want to survive.
But... I tried hard to fit in, tried my best to keep up with you and not drag you down.
For this, I almost died...
Now you're telling me again, don't insist, just give up.
Were my previous efforts just a joke?
As Liu Qian spoke, her eyes gradually turned red, tears swirling but stubbornly not falling.
I didn't choose to believe in Wang Ye before, causing you to look down on me.
But this time, I believe he can come back alive.
After all, even a trash like me passed the second awakening, right?
Liu Qian's eyes were filled with determination, stubbornly looking at Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang was silent for a long time, sighed softly: Okay, I get it. I'll contact Li Hongtian.
After speaking, Wang Qiang glanced hesitantly at Zhou Han's direction but didn't say anything.
Seemingly noticing Wang Qiang's gaze, Zhou Han said lightly while playing with her phone: I'll help out, after all, it's that bastard's turf.
Wang Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, put on his coat, and left.
Liu Qian looked at Zhou Han gratefully and returned to her room.
And the people paying attention to this team were not only Su Wenqian, everyone was just waiting for Su Wenqian to make the first move.
After all...
From beginning to end, the only one they feared was Wang Ye.
Now... Wang Ye is not coming back...
Damn it!
Zhang ZiLiang slapped the table, his face cold: This is the quota set by the team leader, do you want to grab it too?
But Wang Ye is not coming back.
Wen Hua's chubby face carried a faint smile as he looked at Zhang ZiLiang and said.
Su Changqing nodded expressionlessly: He may already be dead.
But he saved over a million people in Lin'an city, he saved them!!!
Zhang ZiLiang looked at them fiercely like an enraged lion, roaring.
Wen Hua's small eyes blinked, looking at Zhang ZiLiang sarcastically: Oh my, this is still our cold-blooded Director Zhang.
Su Changqing sighed: I admit, Wang Ye did very well this time, he was also very excellent, I admire him a lot.
Emotionally, what I'm doing is wrong.
But rationally, the rest of your logistics department's Team A are completely unable to face various supernatural incidents, I'm also doing this for the safety of the people.
As he listened to Su Changqing's words, Zhang ZiLiang's forehead bulged with veins, clenching his fists tightly.
After a long time...
He finally took a long breath and slumped into his chair: Maybe... you're right.
Wen Hua and Su Changqing both revealed a smile.
But...
Zhang ZiLiang silently raised his head: Now, there is still no news of Wang Ye's death.
One month, give him a month.
If he doesn't come back, this quota... I'll give it to you.
The smile on Wen Hua's face disappeared: Nonsense! Supernatural incidents are becoming more and more frequent now, how can we wait for him for a month!
No! Su Changqing also slowly shook his head.
Then...
As long as I'm alive, no one will dare touch our logistics department's people.
Zhang ZiLiang's eyes turned red, staring fiercely at them like a beast.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
