Establishing a Separate Faction in Misaki Town

He still had not turned on the lights. He thought of many days ago, at this same hour, when he had arranged to meet her at the villa—red wine, salad, an unappetizing steak, and that copy of "Moon Reflected on Erquan."

"Track the target!" Zhang Yuan issued the command, his gaze fixed tightly on the rapidly moving streak of light on the screen.

It seemed Mo Qing's preparations had not begun only a day or two ago. She had probably wanted to deal with Tong Xue for a long time. Just as she had said, Tong Xue could only blame herself for overreaching.

Time passed second by second. About ten minutes later, the watch on her wrist suddenly began to beep. Looking down, she discovered that the studio's account had received a full forty-eight million star coins.

It was rather heartbreaking to think about, and it warned her even more sternly that no matter how tempting something was, no matter how intoxicating, if it was not to be touched, then it was not to be touched.

Shuilan was terrified that the thing on Ye Zihan's face might be contagious. She turned and ran, not daring to linger at all.

Hongchen kept signaling to the shopkeeper with his eyes, yet the shopkeeper was completely immersed in his own thoughts and did not notice in the slightest.

These words brought a savage smile to Han Sande's face. His gaze locked onto Dallas, who had been stripped of his mecha, as though he were looking at a lamb awaiting slaughter. He had a thousand, ten thousand ways to torment the fellow, and he would make him taste a fate worse than death.

Holding the phone, Aoxue felt her eyes sting, but she still said calmly, "Mm. Then wait for me. I'll go back."