Chapter Ninety-six: An Incredible Connection (First Update)

None of them had anticipated how quickly the Charitable Hospice would act. Even if Zheng Yan’s case could be overlooked, Wen Taifeng had only been dead for less than ten days, and yet his belongings had already been dealt with!

At this moment, Yang Yuanyi stepped forward, blocking Yun Shuang’s way, his voice cold: “Is it customary for the belongings of the deceased in the Charitable Hospice to be collected so soon? Don’t try to fob me off with excuses about the demand for beds—new arrivals still have to pass the Hospice’s background checks, and that process alone takes at least half—”

By the time they reached the car, the driver was already waiting beside it. There was also a squad of guards, assigned to follow the car and ensure their security.

Liu Hong had barely spoken before Si Ji cut him off, leaving him flushed with embarrassment. Zhang Sheng waved his hand dismissively.

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Tankred slowly rose to his feet. He pulled out a map of the Eastern Mediterranean from his person and spread it out before Alexios.

Guy told her everything he knew, and when Alice finally learned the truth about her brother’s situation, she broke down in tears.

Lin Ziyun gathered his true energy and attacked again. The force within him erupted, the aura of a ninth-level Qi Refinement cultivator reaching its peak—startling Meng Lin. Lin Ziyun’s fists seemed forged from pure iron, so much so that Meng Lin’s arms tingled and his breath was thrown into disarray.

Yet the enemy betrayed his expectations. In just six seconds, with twelve hundred kilometers still between them, they all opened fire at once.

Alexios silently complained inwardly, while at the same time seriously considering supporting a faction of Armenian nobles in the court. For now, though, he needed to give the people of Jerusalem a convincing explanation.

5533, having figured everything out, ignored the beast’s incessant muttering, closed his eyes, and silently calculated how quickly his strength would recover.

Grand Master Roger called out in a thunderous voice. The hundred elite knights, armed to the teeth, formed up in six-man columns along the wall under Roger’s command. Their target: the disorganized crusaders below—those very men who had been harassing the defenders atop the parapets.

This faction controlled the empire’s finances and the pricing of major commodities. Even the emperor himself had to borrow from them to ensure his personal army remained strong enough to suppress the imperial assembly.

“How are you?” Feng Yu asked, and immediately regretted her pointless question. She had seen Mo Ningxuan’s condition herself. Even if she asked, who would answer?

“There’s no particular reason. I’m just tired of it all,” he said, his expression tranquil and unreadable, but Jingyi could clearly feel the dampness in his palm.

Mr. Cao’s way of thinking proved he still respected family and honored his ancestors. In his eyes, the Cao family’s situation was far from ideal—nothing like Ming Ge or Cheng Feihu’s families—but they still ran their own family business, and hadn’t fallen so low as to sell ancestral heirlooms just to get by.

Denai Kapi wasn’t the highest grade of jadeite; its outer shell was thick, reminiscent of the bark of the Denai Kapi tree. This rough stone was primarily mined in the Mogedie area of the Damakan region. Despite its high color yield and reputation for favorable gambling outcomes, it was considered the best of the mid-grade stones. Only now, with the emergence of the much-despised grayish-black mist, it was no wonder someone had discarded it here.

Then Bai Muxue turned solemnly, casting a glance in Xiao Ziqian’s direction, and naturally caught sight of his dazzling, beaming smile.

After Yan Ruoyan had driven Su Nuannuan out, she returned to the reception. At that moment, Duan Chengyu and Song Ping were shaking hands and bidding farewell to the key figures of the other company. Song Ping personally escorted them downstairs.

Damn! This was even more incredible—Ma Jing had even guessed this?

Zhang Mazi and the head prison guard were clearly involved with each other. If Brother Xu complained about him, wouldn’t he just be asking for trouble?