[According to my intelligence channels, someone may be planning to make a move against Dressrosa...
I haven't forgotten how you supported me several times at the Reverie...
Piltover will not mistreat its friends...
It would be best if you are safe and sound. If you encounter any difficulties, we have provided some assistance and hope you can resolve whatever troubles you face...]
Before setting out, Kate brought a handwritten letter from Oran, filled with ordinary greetings.
At Fang Jin's signal, Huang Cheng rose to his feet and gave a concise overview of the recent situation.
As if it had sensed the Demon King of Disaster's death, the dark-red portal that had been wreaking havoc suddenly twisted. With a soft crack, it shattered outright.
He hurried forward several steps and, beneath a streetlamp where the light was brightest, zigzagged between the two fleeing people and the Dark Satyr sentry, drawing his blade to meet the enemy.
Nai Cai had already been arrested by the police, and Nai Cai could provide them with a great many clues, allowing them to pull up one radish and bring out the dirt—taking down even more criminals.
The two bandits exchanged glances, sympathy rising in their hearts. Having a master like that was less comfortable than being bandits themselves.
To him, it had undoubtedly felt as long as an entire century, but to the outside world, only a few seconds had passed.
Li Hao could not make sense of it no matter how hard he thought, but he had little time to dwell on it. Since the list had been finalized, the selection day was not far off. He had to make the most of his time.
It would have been better not to mention the old madam. The moment she was brought up, Shen Wei's