Chapter 53
Home gaming consoles and automobiles share a common trait: they are complex products assembled from parts sourced from various manufacturers. The primary patent lies in the design blueprints—if these differ from Atari's, infringement charges cannot be levied! "That's the place! She was there when I arrived earlier; I wonder if she's left yet," the bearded man said uncertainly. "The battleship fleet will maintain its current course. The cruiser and aircraft carrier squadrons, proceed together!" Yamamoto Isshū ordered authoritatively.
Hai Tao's only merit in Zhu Zhanji's eyes was his status as an old eunuch from the Eastern Palace—nothing more. Zhu Zhanji neither admired his limited literacy and skills nor his demeanor. Yet now, he saw potential in Hai Tao. In the Eastern Conference's top center position, Howard lagged far behind Zhang Kong. Earlier, Zhao Xuan had noticed a strange look in Howard's eyes, as if he had discerned something.
The carriage was a common sight in the south, with a felt roof to shield against rain and a design reminiscent of a hanging temple roof, reflecting regional characteristics. Zhang Ning sat inside, unusually choosing the carriage over his usual horseback ride—perhaps to avoid public attention. Faced with Hong Kong's financial crisis and the pessimistic outlook of the falling HKD, the Hong Kong government announced reforms to the currency issuance mechanism on September 25th, declaring any transactions exclusively in foreign currency within the territory illegal.
Amidst ambiguous words, cherry lips descended, capturing a masculine, virile mouth corner before deepening the kiss. Lin Changgong forced a smile, his facial expression rigid. What could possibly happen now? His superiors had already left for Sanhu City, and the inspected officials should have returned home to rest. Since entering the path of cultivation, Yang Nan had innate Yin Soldier phantoms. After refining divine weapons, their sharpness froze opponents' souls. Now, having cultivated the Soul Sword Spirit, its greatest ability—one that drained an enemy's magic power—delighted him. Yet, the Nascent Soul, a tangible manifestation of a cultivator's soul, was not easily tamed.
Reaching the 10th floor, the man could no longer bear the torment and led his lackeys out of the elevator. As soon as they left, other students crowded in, filling the elevator to capacity and descending to the first floor, leaving Xue Tenghao fuming. From morning till noon, the two had been in the command post, meticulously planning their strategy. Jiang Qing awkwardly stroked her hair, "I usually do it this way…" averting her gaze.
"It must be the people from behind! If we hold on a little longer, their arrival will resolve this crisis," she thought. "Brother Nie, how many guns and bullets do you have?" Qin Shen asked Nie Shaojun. The Dagger Gang members, upon seeing the opened note on the ground, felt as if two sharp knives had pierced their bodies. Before their bloodlust could dissipate, another immortal powerhouse was shattered by the approaching Huaxia Divine Palace, dying without even releasing their combat techniques.
Phoenix's confidence reassured Chu Yan, who knew the phoenix's power well. However, he didn't lack strong allies—the T-1 team could handle almost any emergency. He stared, dumbfounded, at the ten arrows in the bronze pot. Du Yihan, however, not only refrained from anger but arrived as promised. Lin Zian was astonished to see her, as were others aware of the legal battle between their families over the "Magic" technology.
"How do you think I can't turn defeat into victory? God says miracles happen when you least expect them," the landlady philosophized. The next moment, everyone's eyes widened as Doctor Xue suddenly collapsed to his knees, a chilling magical energy pouring down from above. Seconds later, both he and Fox vanished without a trace. In some remote areas, disappearances drew little attention, and even if the government knew, they often turned a blind eye. As long as it didn't cause too much trouble, coexistence was possible.
The corridor was packed with people peering into the dining cart, making it impossible to slip through unnoticed. Moreover, he had made a grave mistake. Sitting on the sofa watching TV, Mo Xi felt an overwhelming sense of inferiority when she recalled Wang Jingqiu's demeanor—her beauty, her prestigious family, and her apparent ease in life. Even though the church was still brightly lit, Mo Xi felt an oppressive darkness growing darker by the minute.
Upon arriving at the company, Jing Yuchen reached for the car door handle, then remembered the room next to Ah Li that he had yet to enter. The lingering presence of Ji Ran made him uneasy; every second spent there reminded him of Ah Li's tangled past with Ji Ran. Tie Xiangxue watched the tense standoff between them, her heart aching with urgency, but no matter how much she urged, Yin Junfeng remained motionless, a statue. The palace was filled with ancient bones—though Jiang Yi had been killed, he had slain countless others in the battle long ago.