Chapter 073: The Young Uncle Insists on Becoming a Father

Wen Ni’s heart jolted violently. Her gaze quivered as she looked at Zhou Jingyi, her own thoughts slipping away. She understood Zhou Jingyi’s meaning perfectly well: as long as she claimed the child was his, he would help her and investigate the truth behind her mother’s death.

But—if in the end, the investigation pointed to Zhou Chengli and his wife, what would he do then?

It was yet another gamble. Wen Ni didn’t want to bet anymore. She had already stumbled twice over men of the Zhou family and could not bear a third fall.

Zhou Jingyi watched her, saw the struggle flickering in her eyes, and spoke softly, “Wen Ni, say something.”

She drew in a deep breath and lifted her head...

“Which one of you is Liu Bin? Here’s your only way out: give me five hundred thousand in compensation and let Liu Yong go! Otherwise, I’ll break both your legs!” Chu Tian declared flatly.

They thought that with the neighbors seeing a long, orderly line, people would assume they were students heading to an event at the central school.

After a flurry of chaotic fighting, we reached the rooftop, where an uncle was confronting the head of the Galaxy Gang. We defeated the gang leader and rescued the uncle’s Pokémon.

“If you continue down this evil path, I, Gong Shengtian, will show you no mercy,” Shengtian warned. Miaomu replied, “I understand. Lord Gong, I was wrong. Please forgive me, please!” and pleaded for mercy.

Leaving aside Huan, who had been dragged into the headquarters’ disciplinary hall, and Zhou Shan, who was off on missions, let’s turn to Li Sen after his return to Star City.

But upon hearing the latter part of the conversation, the man in the gray robe regained his usual composure, becoming even more indifferent.

“Elder Shi, what brings you to us?” Wushan managed to ask, struggling to sit up. He was utterly confused, unable to fathom Elder Shi’s purpose in coming here.

Han Bing stepped forward, intending to ask someone for directions, but then remembered what Old Master Pu had said. She decided to first enter the park and inspect the tombstone’s mysteries before deciding whether or not to seek out Master Hailan.

At this point, Chiba Tamako leaned against Chiba Kiyoshi’s arm, rubbing against him with clear, flirtatious intent.

The car slowed to a stop not far behind her, the bright white high beams switching suddenly to a softer yellow. She glanced back at the license plate, half-revealed in the glow, slipped on her sunglasses, and let a captivating smile blossom.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be by your side. At worst, we’ll start over from scratch. If your father managed it back then, I believe you can do it too,” I said quickly.

“What are you doing here?” he asked coldly, his voice as frigid as the newly melted snow of the Tianshan Mountains, stripped of its former warmth.

In truth, without having met Big-Eyed Wang, no one could fully grasp the meaning behind those words.

When they saw Erlang Shen take a hit, neither Qiu Ming nor Sun Wukong believed he would die so easily, or even be gravely wounded—at most, he’d spent a lot of spiritual energy.

Whether it was success or failure, victory or defeat, life or death—he simply didn’t care.

Tang Yan kept placing food in Tian Ci’s bowl, urging him to eat more. Starving, Tian Ci dug in with gusto. Soon, the takeout was gone, and Tian Ci sat up, thoroughly stuffed, while Tang Yan had hardly eaten at all.

“Wow, that sounds amazing! If there’s a chance, I’ll definitely go,” Hua Tianqing said gleefully.

Standing beneath the light, Jiang Ciyun stared at me for a long while, as if seeing straight through me, while in my heart, I silently prayed he would believe my words.

The soil here was remarkably loose, clear evidence that no one had been around in a long time. The grave’s owner must have no family left, or it wouldn’t be so neglected.

Bai Qi was also puzzled. The Zhao Energy deal was being fought over by countless investment companies—why would Zhao Langfeng demean himself by coming here?

Counting the days, it had already been a month since Cheng Liang and Chu Yi went to Liangzhou with news, so Shen Chong’s appearance here was not surprising. But as for other matters, I was just as baffled as Prince Yuzhang.

At this moment, Chen Tianhao slowly rose to his feet, the tip of his gun sliding up the back of Eight-Fingers’ shirt until it pressed against the back of his head.

“I know that supernaturals touch on the realm of the mysterious, and in that realm, no ordinary life can change their fragile essence. After all, even we might use our skills to cause catastrophic consequences,” the half-grown boy said.

Two days passed. Shao Shao finished his work, wiped away all traces, and left the cabin.

From the hollow square of five thousand musketeers, squads of a hundred split off at intervals, advancing toward the Chaoyang Gate.

“I want to start right away. What do you say?” the guide asked the elderly, weathered man.

Just as I was about to ask how he’d dealt with Fuhime, a commotion sounded outside the door, and Uncle Cao walked in.

The two men burst out laughing, so gleefully as if they’d heard an ant claim it wanted to eat an elephant.

Watching all this, Mao Chenglu’s scalp tingled. That last exchange—actually, it was more of a beating than a fight—had cost the Dongjiang Army seven or eight ships.

Bloodhand pointed at the supervisor, who suddenly felt the force restraining him vanish, and couldn’t help stretching his limbs.

“There’s no time to explain. Just follow the commander’s orders. Not a single one of these defeated mercenaries is to be allowed into Nanjing!” Zuo Maodi said coldly.

In the nation now, only three factions have the power to contend for, or even decide, the throne: the old guard of King Gaomi and the Meng Clan, and the rising force of Rong Suihe.