"Wang Jun."
Chen Sanshi stood amid the blazing flames, looking down upon heaven and earth below. "You're the only one left. Must you insist on seeking death?!"
Wang Jun, who had remained silent all along, finally spoke slowly, asking calmly, "What about you? If it were you, would you give up your fortune to save your life?"
Chen Sanshi froze for a moment.
Obviously.
He would not.
"Since you wouldn't, why demand that others live on like dogs?"
"What do you mean? It wasn't Guan Ling?" I grew more and more confused. Could there still be another twist to this matter?
Ba Tian Tiger let out a roar. His left palm was held forward and his right palm behind him, a surge of vital energy shielding his entire body. His muscles knotted and tensed tight as he focused, standing ready.
In that era three thousand years ago, such things would only have been more numerous, never fewer. Countless truths had been buried in the long river of history. Even when one occasionally believed one had uncovered the truth, reality often caught one completely off guard.
However, Tang Zhihang had already put his clothes back on, and Huang Yuruo, sprawled across the sofa, was the same. She had merely pulled her clothes up to her chest, leaving her back exposed.
The youth was clearly already accustomed to his senior sister's greed for money. After all, she had inherited it from their master, so he could only shake his head helplessly.
Everyone immediately sucked in a breath. Tianyang Investment Company had made frequent major moves recently, each one bringing enormous returns. They had never imagined that behind Gong Hai stood such a young boss.
Ghost Infant kept kicking its legs in terrified panic. The long nails on its hands had turned a