Chapter 57: Gali's Difference

Jalo's fingertips tapped unconsciously against the smooth wooden armrest of the sofa, producing a muffled and rhythmic sound. Even the expensive fragrance in the reception room seemed unable to dispel the gloom between his brows.

He had always known that his cub was special—special to the point of being almost abnormal.

From the very first time the child inadvertently trapped his nanny in a brief illusion woven from negative emotions, Jalo had realized this. That was not ordinary...

However, his bantering gaze made the people around them feel a burning heat on their faces, and one after another, they lowered their heads, not daring to look at Jiang Fan again.

A mouthful of blood spewed from Jiang Fan's mouth, landing squarely upon Xia Li's closed, somewhat bewildered, jade-like face.

At the center of the Crimson Flame City, the magical runes on the teleportation array flashed with wave after wave of brilliance. The light grew increasingly bright, drawing the gazes of countless people.

As for the Frozen World, it had already suffered severe vitality damage due to the previous invasion of the devouring insect swarm. Although a few years had passed, it had not yet fully recovered.

"Just think of it as a golden-rimmed Chinese cabbage; at least it is pleasing to the eye. Under the suggestion of psychological effect, you won't find it so hard to swallow," Xiao Fei said.

These words falling into Chen Hao's ears directly caused his expression to stiffen, his entire body to shudder, and goosebumps to cover his arms.

However, at this moment, her waist was bare; let alone a handgun, there wasn't even a scrap of clothing.

Yet, in the very next instant, the moment a sharp and piercing sound of breaking wind rang out, Murong Qianqian—who was under the control of the two Transformation Origin Realm powerhouses—suddenly vanished. At the same time, a miserably tragic scream suddenly burst from Mu Han's mouth.

However, such a brute-force method of resolution was something only Chen Hao could pull off across the entire Earth.

At the very least, within the Eastern Wilderness, besides those recognized nations and the two sects, there were dozens of independent cities... When their people needed to participate in the Eastern Wilderness Assembly, they either had to rely on other nations or depend on sects.

Xiahou Jue leaped backward to dodge the attack, the light wave exploding on the ground and emitting wisps of smoke. Xiahou Jue looked fearlessly at the manic Jin Yan; having lurged for so long, his objective had finally been achieved.

Moreover, the interior decoration of this safe house was also simple and straightforward. The walls and ceiling were purely white, while the floor, weapon racks, and storage cabinets were a matching pitch-black. Every corner was kept impeccably spotless, and everything was simple and clear at a glance.

Before Pan Xiaoli could greet Zhang Chen and his companion, however, a familiar Mercedes-Benz sped toward them from afar. Seeing Boss Wu return, she rejoiced inwardly, feeling as though the cooked duck that was about to fly away had returned after all.

Putting down the phone, Zhang Chen remained silent, yet he kept his gaze fixed on the duty room's telephone, a confident smile curving the corners of his mouth.

Vivenne turned her head away in shame and anger, while Charlotte noticed that her crystal-clear earlobes had turned as fiery red as burning coals.

Not far away came Bai Fu's cruel and terrifying laughter. Mu Yan understood instantly: Bai Fu had controlled Mu Yunmo's mind and used her to attack Mu Yan.

"Yes, I did it. I shot and killed him, then came in through the backyard, acting as if I had just learned of everything that happened... I'm sorry, Mu Yunmo, I kept it from you until now to tell you, I..." Mu Yan's breathing became hurried, his pale face filled with anxiety and guilt.

The situation this time was severe, concerning the core military secrets of Xizhao. Although the city gates had long been sealed to ensure no one could escape, after searching the city for many days without result, the spies of Chiqiong were not only well-hidden, but they were also continuously assassinating Xizhao's officials and soldiers. In just a few days, over a dozen people had died.

Fan Qiaoqiao did not know what she should say. Should she directly tell him that because of his drunkenness that day, he had mistaken her for her elder sister, and then he had ended up becoming a father in such a muddled way? Doing so felt as though she were forcing him to take responsibility.