Zhou Changchun and the others had no choice but to let them be.
In any case, the killing would continue every day, averaging thirty to forty thousand a day...
We all knew you disliked this smell, and we disliked it too.
But there was nothing we could do. More than a million were still waiting to be killed. This thing wouldn't stop working just because someone said they disliked it.
Fang Che followed them to the banquet. He had no choice.
This sort of social engagement really couldn't be refused. He had to go. No matter how unwilling he was, he still had to show respect for so many people.
Even though he knew perfectly well that they might not have good intentions.
Ning Zaifei's close protection, however, made all the young masters envious.
The spectacle was truly grand.
But Ning Zaifei did not look down on these little brats. He knew that every one of them would hold a real position of power in the future, and that under the orders of the Vice Head Sect Leaders, they had the authority to dispatch him and order him to help. That was what made him feel most uncomfortable right now.
The meal ended with host and guests thoroughly enjoying themselves.
The graceful dancing of the women at Bi Feng Manor opened Fang Che's eyes. He couldn't help thinking of his own Little Dance Girl.
In an instant, the dancers before him seemed to lose all their luster.
The singers' voices rang out, full of feeling, pleasing everyone's ears.
Bi Kai pestered Fang Che all night with one question after another. Fang Che was driven to distraction and, for the first time, felt that there really was a reason every brother-in-law hated his brother-in-law.
So he turned his head and spoke