Volume 1, Chapter 27: Psychopath

"Chief, any thoughts?" the master asked me.
"No complaints. It’s perfect." I mentally retraced the entire offensive and defensive layout.
At least, it was perfect on paper.
Upon hearing Sister Ke's words, Chen Daxian sat down reluctantly, cursing Eric in her heart, wishing him a miserable death.
"You go on ahead, I have things to attend to!" As she spoke, she shoved her apron into her bag, pulled out a compact mirror, and checked her reflection. Fortunately, the kitchen smoke hadn't marred her makeup; her eyes remained clear and bright. She practiced a few sweet smiles in the mirror. Good, that would do.
The dagger used by Kele, the legendary assassin of Azeroth who moved like the wind, came with the ability to teleport.
In an instant, Helian Nuo’s retreat was completely cut off. It seemed no matter how he dodged, there was no escaping at least one or two of the six weapons.
"Mistress!" Zhang Mingnan, who knew the plan, looked up immediately, his face deathly pale as he cried out.
Terrified, I lowered my head heavily. As he lectured me incessantly, I nodded like a pounding mortar, feigning total agreement. As classmates walked by, I buried my head even lower; I couldn't afford to be seen like this.
"What are you doing?" Lan Youruo asked curiously, hugging her legs as she watched Helian Nuo’s actions.
I suddenly choked, feeling an internal injury from the frustration. I couldn't help but howl at the heavens: God, did you send Diao Chen specifically to torment me? With him as a foil, I was doomed to remain a tragic blossom forever in bud, trailing snot to the sky.
Chu Tianxiong seemed to have just remembered this and said, "Give them a call and ask." His voice clearly betrayed a touch of drunkenness.
Whether Bai Yunfei’s belongings were there or not didn't matter, and whether he was dead or alive didn't matter either; regardless, no one here was going to leave alive.
Every strike drew blood, every move was lethal—this was battlefield combat, the art of killing. Xiao Ruxun had led troops for years and personally bathed in the blood of battle many times; did they expect him to perform the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms or dance with a Tai Chi sword on the battlefield?
Such words, coming from the mouth of a European religious leader, were simply scandalous. For the promise of a Pope was sometimes more valuable than mountains of gold and silver.
At this moment, all the Han youths from the North, including Han Chang, felt an instinctive joy of returning home, while simultaneously making silent vows in their hearts.
"Uncle Hao, I came here this time intending to help the school renovate the sports field, and then build a swimming pool and a gymnasium, so that even if it rains, the children can still have their physical education classes!" Shen Yibin pondered as he observed, wondering where would be the best place to build the gymnasium and pool.
No sooner had Xuan Zan let out a roar than several whistling sounds rang in his ears. Sensing danger, he quickly performed a "hidden stirrup" maneuver, and a crossbow bolt whizzed past his horse's neck, striking the standard-bearer behind him dead center.
After the training base gave its consent, the faces of the Black Cobra unit members showed little joy.
Prince Pu, Li Renzhong, and Prince Shu, Li Renli, were both members of the Western Xia imperial clan; their father was Li Jingsi, a cousin of Li Qianshun.
The black poacher fired without hesitation. The power of the Remington M870 shotgun was undoubtedly immense, especially since he was equipped with large buckshot.
The next day, Glinsky excitedly entered the city, went to the palace, and found Vasily III to report the good news.
Those people were merely tools he used to absorb fortune. Once they died, he would suffer the backlash himself.
He spoke this way, of course, for fear that Young Master Wei would clash with Su Yu. In that event, Su Yu would surely think he had instigated the conflict. He didn't know what fate awaited Young Master Wei, but he knew he would be in deep trouble himself.