Chapter 80: Addicted

Nurse Kobayashi suggested that Gu Zhuo simply carry the items over directly, but after a moment’s thought, Gu Zhuo decided against it. Going straight up with gifts felt too much like a bribe. She planned to inquire first—if the other party refused, so be it; if they agreed, then when she came to collect the tires, she would bring something along as thanks.

—Nurse Kobayashi had said that even among the drivers, these items were coveted treasures, not something you could easily get your hands on.

Gu Zhuo went to find the driver’s camp.

“Bobby, we’re both working for Old Master Long. I advise you not to speak to me in that tone,” the man glanced at Bobby, then hoisted up the unconscious Luo Jingbei.

“How astonishing!” Savin marveled inwardly, realizing that such strange things truly did exist in the world.

It was precisely because of this that Peng Haoming chose to snipe Aura rather than Lin Chaohui. He believed Lin Chaohui could reach an agreement with Hunt and absorb Hunt’s troops, but Aura clearly lacked the ability to persuade Hunt. Once Lin Chaohui took those mercenaries away from Zhu Meier, Peng Haoming would be able to exploit the opportunity.

“A desperate measure for a desperate situation—let’s try the previous method.” As soon as he landed atop the giant boulder, Qian Cheng spun around and looked toward the cave entrance.

In past Golden Wheel Warrior tournaments, the arena was always thunderous with noise inside and out. Yet today’s match was unusually quiet; everyone was tense and fearful because of the eerie, menacing aura emanating from Jack the Spring-Legged.

“Nie Yun is dead. Liu Desheng is now lying in the hospital, his brain damaged.” Old Wei stared at him as he spoke.

The ardor in a man’s heart, the secret dreams of heroism, had led Commander Gao to become a SWAT officer. Yet not every officer would ever have the chance to partake in fierce battles. In reality, many spent a lifetime as policemen, handled guns all their lives, but never fired a shot at a living person.

Watching Shaoyan’s actions and the earlier insult, Liu San—a martial soldier with a fiery nature who had just been promoted to fifth rank—responded to Shaoyan’s disrespect.

“Meimei, do you know which school the nanny’s son attends?” Long Sheng asked Su Wanmei.

“Borrow it, as much as you need, there’s always enough.” Yet in the voice was a hope that others wouldn’t be able to exchange it.

Li Hong and Liu Mengming rose early as well, instructing their attendants to prepare to receive those arriving for the marriage.

Cheng Yaojin led his attendants from the command residence back to the palace, dismounted at the gates, and his people hurried forward to take the reins.

Well, it seems whatever you think about comes true. I remember Old Ma saying that according to profit sharing, half was to be given to me—could good fortune finally be at hand?

“Sigh!” Fan Lihua let out a quiet sigh, silently confiding her worries to Lady Jia’s spirit in heaven.

Lan Mo questioned through gritted teeth, her hatred for Xiruo clear. If Xiruo hadn’t helped the emperor, she wouldn’t have given Yi the Heart-Seizing Powder in her amnesiac state, nor would she have endured this year of unbearable pain.

Xiao Caifu was no fool; she heard the coldness and caution in the man’s voice, recalled his mysterious origins, and shivered involuntarily, fumbling her way to his side.

“You were the one who killed me, and the one who saved me. Why should I fear you?” Kou Le’er replied to his question with a blank expression, showing no anger.

“All right. One day, the truth will be revealed,” Han Xiaoxuan said, and then headed upstairs to find Dongfang Ji.

Yang Wei, thinking quickly, sped up even more, but Ouyang was clearly struggling and could barely move. Seeing this, Yang Wei grew anxious, ignored the crowd, hoisted Ouyang onto her back, called out to Old Ma, and together they dashed up the mountain.

“You are my husband,” Kou Le’er’s face remained stubborn as ever, as if she had never known him before.