The Homecoming

This World Meeting proceeded faster than any before it—no kings bickering, no incompetent officials shifting blame.

It was less a meeting and more a one-sided notification.

The agenda was extensive, covering abolition, human rights, trade, environmental protection, livelihood, and many other issues.

This day was regarded as the prelude to the end of the Great Pirate Era and the beginning of the Era of Reform.

I burrowed into Ran Sui's arms, breathing in the pleasant scent of medicine. Good boy, my brother was still gentle, much easier to deal with than that violent Young Palace Lord. Ptoo, ptoo, ptoo—having barely escaped from the Young Palace Lord, I didn't want to recall those terrifying youthful years.

"Otherwise, you'll lose disgracefully," I said coldly, throwing back every word of Bai Yue's humiliation verbatim.

He had noticed it the moment he smelled that strong reek of alcohol—it was different from the scent of ordinary drunkards.

He was in the know, aware that His Highness seemed intent on taming these vicious hounds raised by the World Government. As a capable subordinate, he naturally had to cooperate.

Yellow Dragon nodded, ready to examine what had happened, but when he saw me walk out from behind Mei Niang, he was utterly terrified.

The goal of the disruption was only one: to add a splash of color to the Third Hokage's Hokage Rock.

I led my horse for a stroll down the street, picked a clean and elegant inn, and settled in. After several days of travel, I bathed, changed clothes, and lay down in bed—no dreams until dawn.

Chen Haoran licked his crimson lips, the Six Spirits Art pushed to its limit. His strength had now reached three hundred jin.

Ah, I think I'm suited for planning work. Under my guidance, that day's table of diners—my prospective father-in-law—agreed to fair competition and chose today for his daughter's promotional showcase.

Iron Man flipped up his steel faceplate, staring at Ivan Vanko trapped in the wrecked cockpit.

With a wave of his hand, countless flaming ghost hands erupted from underground, grabbing toward the Demon Dragon, while masses of flame flew at it from the front.

It was under these circumstances that some inappropriate thoughts actually flashed through Peter's mind.

They had originally thought that so many Zombies would at least cause Su Bai some trouble.

A clear trail of bloody footprints on the living room floor, barely visible bloodstains on the doorknob, and slightly messy footprints under the eaves were all presented one by one.

Not to mention the relatives on his mother's side looking down on them—even the relatives on his father's side held their family in contempt.

"Defense, please continue your questioning." Gunt snapped back to attention, but facing Karl Laitman, he was clearly at a disadvantage, as if he were the one being cross-examined instead of Laitman.

Ming Xin was thoroughly exasperated—she had told Abbot Senior Brother long ago to tidy up the Buddhist sect's outposts everywhere, but he wouldn't listen, and now they'd all run off one by one.

Back then, Her Ladyship was still the Empress of the Central Palace. No matter how much she doted on the child, it wasn't easy to leave the palace to attend the ceremony, so she appointed Nanny Wang.

But they would travel slowly northward, taking in the sights along the way, and send letters to the capital to let the household know their situation.

Ye Yaotiao pointed at the driver in the front seat, so Director Lin had no choice but to go through the motions, walk to the driver's cabin, pull out his phone, and shine its flashlight on the face of the driver who was pretending to be unconscious.

The player at the Seesaw Ball position wobbled the ball toward his feet. Zhao Hao suddenly let out a roar like a thunderclap, launched himself into the air, and with all his might, struck the ball with a volley.

The masked youth's face was expressionless, but the camera captured a determined look in his eyes—a flash of resolve that came and went.

"Shackles can still be used?" Xu Qingyun was secretly delighted. With a thought, he condensed the mysterious aura on the Shackles and swung it forward.

Finally, nearing noon, the three of them saw a dazzling fiery red figure racing ahead on the road, with a group of riders chasing behind.