Chapter 17: The Sound of Gunfire, Searching for a Place to Stay Overnight

“American-made?” Qin Feng looked at the rifle in his hands, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He had expected the village chief to have managed only a Type 53, but to his surprise, he had actually obtained an M1! This rifle was not only finely crafted but had undergone multiple upgrades, making it perfectly suited to extreme conditions.

“Hahaha, I’ve told you before, having a gun around here... If you want to join ISIS, I welcome you. And perhaps I haven’t mentioned this: joining ISIS comes with benefits beyond your imagination,” Yeshin Yi said with a smile.

Everyone knew that on the first day a company like Busy Friend Group went public, its stock would rise, and those who won the subscription felt as if they had hit the jackpot. But how much it would rise was anyone’s guess.

After a millennium and a half, the Blood of Punishment had not weakened; instead, its power grew stronger, gathering the strength of all Solomon’s ancestors.

After listening, Tian Gua quickly hid the broken sword in his storage bracelet and then took out a finely crafted Seven Treasures Exquisite Tower carved from the bone of a level 70 Demon Emperor-class magical beast as a return gift.

Zhao Zhe opened his eyes; the figure in the distance was indeed growing larger and coming closer. He could see more clearly now—a white tiger phantom had appeared over the blood sacrifice tribesmen, mirroring the white tiger beneath them, creating an eerie spectacle.

Perhaps heaven had heard his prayer, for cries of battle suddenly rang out. A familiar, unmistakable army appeared— the tribe’s strongest Black Armor Army and the garrison forces.

Ji Zheng clenched his fists, as if ready to strike Ji Haotian. Yet in the end, Ji Zheng restrained himself. Within the Ji family, internal strife was severely punished.

Although Xu Duoduo heard a scream echo from the elevator and felt some suspicion toward Xia Chen, seeing that Xia Chen seemed unwilling to talk further about it, she refrained from asking more.

Lei Lingbao glared angrily at the figure before him—he hated nothing more than being disturbed during his sleep.

“Reason? Don’t ask me such dull questions. The computer’s orders were to create the strongest possible being. With Saiyan and Frieza blood running through me, that’s exactly what I do,” Cell said, his eyes like magatama beads as he looked at Piccolo.

“It’s not settled yet. Once confirmed, we will formally invite the teacher’s wife and the teacher to the wedding banquet,” Situ Haoyu said directly, while Cheng Lingzhi’s cheeks flushed.

“I…” Situ Haoyu’s gaze darkened as he recalled how every time he faced disaster in the past, just when he thought death was certain, a sudden twist of fate would miraculously save him.

Feng Rui said no more; after all, the person was already dead. Moreover, Hua Chong was no saint—his death was hardly a loss.

When the fat man finished tidying his clothes and emerged from the restroom, he transformed back into a decorous “leader,” impossible to imagine someone so well-dressed capable of committing such merciless, beastly acts.

During the shift handover, Cheng Lingzhi listened intently, and after finishing, she greeted deputy chief physician Mo Tsu, whom she hadn’t seen the day before, and also took the chance to meet the nurses.

Xiao Kaiyang did not understand why Mo Langyue was so protective of Ding Weihan, but when he met those starry eyes, he hesitated. There was a strange familiarity about those bright eyes, though he couldn’t place where he had seen them before.

What exactly was he angry about? Situ Haoyu was puzzled. Could it be that after just one hospital stay, he no longer controlled his emotions?

Yun Gu’s pale face flushed as her chest rose and fell rapidly. The other’s words were gentle and polite but clearly meant to send her away. She wanted to stay but couldn’t find a reason to do so, yet stepping outside meant facing those people again—given her condition, would she be caught once more?

Early that morning, Cheng Lingzhi was roused by her father and then dragged by several rarely seen elder cousins to brush her teeth, wash her face, and change clothes.

The soul had even instructed the majority of the Mirage’s forces to search the ventilation ducts, reducing the guards on the Mirage’s deck and clearing their path considerably.

Yang Xiong’s face darkened completely. He knew his ace card well. Whether the Ghost Killer had held back was something he was fully aware of.

Once everyone had dispersed, Han Yaru was left forgotten, staring at the vanished vehicle, her eyes moist with emotion.

Before Qu Chenxi could finish speaking, a leather shoe kicked him to the ground. Lei Ting’s strength was immense, and her movements swift. She swept her leg against Qu Pangzi’s knee, causing him to immediately collapse in pain, bending double.

After speaking, Beiming started to leave but was stopped by a police officer. Beiming narrowed his eyes, a hostile gleam in them.

His leniency towards Qiao Song was not out of sympathy but because of Qiao Bing. Qiao Song’s brother, Qiao Bing, had called him brother and was a loyal friend. But this younger brother was such a disappointment, always opposing him; there was no reason to show mercy.

He was about thirty years old, around 1.8 meters tall, wearing deep blue jeans, black-and-white basketball shoes, and a black cropped biker jacket. His bangs, wet from rain, clung messily to his forehead, but rather than looking disheveled, they made his starry eyes beneath thick brows seem even more profound.

Eddie hadn’t expected Rachel to suggest such a charming idea; he wanted to embrace her and kiss her passionately. Yet outwardly, he still wore a face of wounded heart.

Along the way, Lin Xiao thought more about his roommates: Zhang Hao was a fierce fighter, Sun Zhengren like a living Zhuge Liang, and Cui Shaoyuan had a keen business mind.

With a thunderous crash, Tian Kai’s warhorse was knocked askew by Xu, its front hooves giving way as it fell, throwing Tian Kai from its back.

Liu Xu struck in a flash; in mere moments, two divine-level warriors lay dead.

Though this realization was painless and exhilarating, Brother Lang was still a bit dissatisfied upon regaining his senses.

Skills: Heavy Armor, Armor Piercing Arrow, Multiple Arrows, Skyward Arrow, Combat Power Recovery, Courage Activation, Frost Scattershot, Archer’s Sight, Rainstorm Arrow, Bloodthirsty Rending Arrow, Archer God’s Strike.

Not only did it patch some flaws, but it also introduced modifications, elevating this martial art to an Earth level. With such cultivation, Dongfang Li could at least increase his chances of breaking through the Golden Core Nascent Soul stage, and before reaching the virtual realm bottleneck, he would face no obstacles from the technique itself.

“Kind benefactor, no need for such formality!” Chengyuan’s voice was ethereal, yet his left hand had not left Qin Zhuang’s back. Clearly, Qin Zhuang’s condition was worse than he had imagined. As a high monk of the Buddhist order, Chengyuan held to the belief that saving a life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda.