Wang Fugui had now lost every last shred of dignity. One moment he had been a mighty, swaggering ruler; the next, he was meat on the chopping block, at everyone's mercy. The gulf between those two states was enough to drive anyone mad.
After venting his anger, Yang Jiekai began to sweat. His already somewhat pale face had turned as white as paper. Trembling, he pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number.
The young man pushed the cart to the clinic entrance, then swept up the blanket and the person on it in both arms. It was as easy as picking up a bundle of straw. The stove inside was burning brightly, making it much warmer than outdoors. Only after feeling the change in temperature did the young man pull back the blanket.
At the Ghost Immortal Sect master's command, the disciples called out their immortal swords. In a flash, they rushed toward the Rogue Cultivators and attacked.
The woman looked at me, seeming to want to say something, but then she suddenly turned and walked away. I called after her several times, but she didn't look back.
"Come on. I'll show you around the company." Huangfu Ying hadn't told him about the vice-chairman position, because she knew Wang Yayan would tell him. There was no need for her to repeat it, so she decided to take him downstairs first and let him get familiar with the company.
Rong Lu, however, grew somber when he heard that the delegation representing the time travelers had been attacked. He knew next to nothing about diplomacy, but after observing things over the past few days, he had at least grasped how much say the time travelers had in these multilateral talks.
Sure enough, when Tianlong and Leng Fu heard that, they