Chapter 13139 — It Was Just That This First Move Would Belong Only to the Other Side, and Not to Wei Zhao and His Company

If they ever entertained such a notion, it would be a moth diving into flame—courting their own destruction!

But if they did not seize this first move, they would have no choice but to let the other side take it, and what followed would only grow more passive still.

In truth, if it were only Wei Zhao and Hu Suan, given their speed and mobility, shaking off the pursuit would be no difficult matter.

The crux was He Piaoliang and Chen Feng.

The speed of those two, among the fine hands of their peers, could only be called not slow—but it was absolutely nowhere near fast.

He...

For the magnates of the financial circles, a late-night meal could signify a great many things; it was quite ordinary, as one ate, for a few girls to be slipped your way.

Liu Ruyue placed the pale green porcelain bottle into Ji Lixuan's hands and relayed what Liu Yinxue had instructed the night before.

A bad feeling came over me. Fallen into Jiang Bihe's hands, she would surely come to no good. I went at once to Jiang Bihe's bedchamber. Yet the room was utterly empty—not a soul to be found.

I was somewhat vexed. Just what was it, that Zhang Ma should go to such lengths to lure me here and try to kill me? I could not recall ever having offended her! She kept saying she was sorry to me—but sorry for what?

She bowed her head low, her expression unreadable, yet her footsteps had fallen somewhat out of order, as though she were striving with all her might to suppress something.

Shen Yifeng stared blankly as Su Yajun's mouth opened and closed, then glanced at You Hua, who from first to last had scarcely spoken a word, and all at once felt the world had turned surreal.

Qingfeng sealed Zihan's sleep acupoint and carried her into the carriage. Hong Ruo, meanwhile, hurried to bind Zihan's wounds.

Bai Qi's gaze swept lightly over the scene; he had already committed the information he needed to memory, and then, comparing it against that information, he patched and corrected his original plan.

Wu San had once been a mad devotee of racing; when it came to pride, he was in no way inferior to Luo Wei. It was precisely because the two shared the same foul temper and the same cast of character that they had become the closest of friends. A man who could make him pale at the mere mention of his name—one could well imagine what a terror that man must be.

"Fuck! The Navy and the World Government have truly perfected the art of fanning the flames—these pirates and bounty hunters really do take us for a fat piece of meat anyone can sink their teeth into? I'm going to go finish them! Shi Ji, are you coming with me to kill some people?" Bai Yu proposed.

Hearing this, Zheng Yuqian glared at him in incomprehension: did he mean to hide himself away and see no one?

It might not be the true murderer, but even a mistaken lead, so long as it came in time, was a help to Jiang Xue—it could help her keep eliminating the wrong suspects.

At last, under a bout of maneuvering from Jiang Li, the two finally calmed down and promised to raise their hands no more; only then did Jiang Li let go.

Qin Zhen noticed that when the envoys from the Eastern Continent looked at Liao, there was a note of disappointment in their eyes—still because Liao's hand wound had not healed, and remained bandaged and slung up, the very picture of an invalid.

But she and Jiang Qing'er, with their fine figures, drew the eyes of most of the men in the park.

Xiao Yang listened with a thrill of dread; even without looking at Gu Xicheng, she could feel those blade-like glances whistling past.

This jewelry box—Xiao Yang had seen it in the trunk of Gu Xicheng's car. When she left Century Famous Residence, had she not already set it on the bedside table in the bedroom? How had it turned up in the suitcase? Could it be that Gu Xicheng...? Inside the jewelry box, an exquisite and lavish diamond necklace glittered and blazed under the lamplight, streaming with radiance.

Mo Zizhong, Ranran, and Dudu ran over. Mo Xiaodie gathered the four children into her arms, her eyes brimming with tears.

If the Bashu region wished to become the granary of the whole Great Tang, it still fell a little short of the mark.

Yet along the way, it was not that they had gained nothing at all—rather, they had learned a great many things.

"Since there's nothing the matter, then be on your way. This is no place for the likes of you," A Xiang said with a cold laugh.

And in contrast to that: had he not rushed to the scene at the first moment, then even if matters had spiraled beyond all control, he would at most have been guilty of negligence in his duties—and would not have been punished for mishandling them.