048. First Steps into the Chamber of Commerce

6:50 in the evening.

The most prestigious International Conference Center in Rong City blazed with lights and splendor. An industry summit gathering elites and titans of capital from all walks of life was about to begin.

At this moment, the grand banquet hall was packed, the clinking of glasses echoing through the crowd.

As Lin Mi entered the resplendent hall, her hand resting on Wei Xun’s arm, countless eyes fell upon them—some curious, some admiring, some speculative.

He was strikingly handsome; she, radiant and cool.

“Sometimes, accepting the truth isn’t such a bad choice.” The voice grew nearer, yet never seemed to reach its target’s ears.

At that moment, Li Yongfang looked just like a dog awaiting its master’s reward, eyes full of expectation.

Upon hearing the command, Li Dingguo and Li Laiheng clasped their fists and responded in unison, “We await your orders!” With that, both men turned and left together.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace, dust swirling in the air and settling on the coachman’s face. His gaunt, fleshless cheeks appeared even more sallow, the blood still seeping from his throat, though now it no longer flowed with any vigor.

Lin Feng had just finished reading the first chapter when a startled cry sounded from outside. His brow furrowed; he realized the voice was probably Yao Shiya’s.

“How could that be! I’m like a cockroach—how could I be one of his people?” The man holding the gun wore an expression of tragic righteousness, as if even if ordered to die for a great cause, he would utter not a single word of protest. A pity such a flawless, godlike face was wasted by such theatrics.

Li Shan pulled a storage pouch from his waist, and with a tap of his finger, dozens of sparkling lights shot forth, illuminating the entire room.

“I have to be stingy this time, because your behavior is truly despicable.” Yang Qing fixed her gaze on Feng Siniang, eyes already clouded with disgust.

Tong Lexi’s palm itched for a moment. She thought it was just Xu Mosen brushing against her by accident, so she curled her fingers and pulled her hand back. She didn’t care—if Xu Mosen ever found out she sometimes cried uncontrollably in embarrassment, and actually found it endearing, she would slap him without hesitation.

Now, under Zheng Qingyan’s righteous pressure, Lu Kang had inadvertently confessed to killing Dou Houshi—a confession that was irrefutable evidence.

That day, Luo Zhi came to the door of the intensive care unit. Now, she could only watch from afar through the window as Cheng Yi lay in bed, his body covered in tubes.

Christine was shocked, angry, and mortified. Zhang Yuan’s behavior was far too strange—could this be the legendary witchcraft left behind by the Yanhuang people of the previous era?

The shareholders seemed glued to their seats, showing no intention of leaving.

When Wang Yilong regained consciousness, it was already dawn. Staring into the mirror, he saw there wasn’t a single uninjured patch of skin on his body.

He staggered to his feet and left, only then did Zheng Qingyan resume his endless praise for the fine wine.

Qin Wan did not know exactly what had happened at Shanglan Court, but the news soon reached her that the Marquis of Xing’an had gone there and left not long after.

Chu Yunqi looked jealously at Mo Lin, then slunk away with his men toward the Southern Deer Mountains.

The first thing Paradise thought of was to buy his brother a learning device that could simulate various real-life scenarios.

For the Abyssal Star Domain, this place was nothing more than an ordinary barrier.

“Rauls? Who is he?” The old general was always surrounded by scholars, never a dull companion. He’d only heard of Rauls’ name a few times in the past, and then promptly forgotten it.

Jun Ji-hyun glanced at her reflection in the mirror, then instantly moaned, squatted to the floor, covered her face, unwilling to show herself.

He held Ning Wanyou’s lifeless body in his arms, unable to believe his eyes. The person lying before him was the same Ning Wanyou he had seen at midday. Her body was still warm, but when he checked for a pulse, there was none.