Chapter 13120 — Wei Zhao Truly Did Not Know

This battle royale, specially approved from within the God of Wealth Academy, had been arranged in great haste, and since he had also regrouped his team on his side, they were busy getting used to one another and had no time at all to gather intelligence specifically.

Even Zhao Gongming had not paid it much mind, and had only helped him secure a chance to enter the arena.

That was all.

After all, with the status Zhao Gongming held now, he truly was swamped with a thousand affairs a day; that he could find the time to come watch this battle royale today was already quite remarkable.

Wei Zhao would never dream of asking for more.

Zhao Gongming suddenly spoke in a faint, drawn-out tone...

But this deadlock lasted only an instant; the black shadow was smashed back into the sea once more by the angel's colossal force, and the depression in the sea's surface spread outward more than tenfold in an instant, as thunderous booms echoed around them again and again.

While everyone was seated, it had not seemed crowded; now, with some sitting, some standing, and some kneeling, the private room had suddenly grown cramped.

One a computing giant, the other a leading light of biomedicine—what on earth could these two possibly research together?

He was old and shrewd, and given the Zheng family servants' respectful manner, Li Qiusui did not wish to draw the man's attention.

Jiusheng's brows knitted at the pain. Watching Jiusheng's fragile, easily broken appearance, Li Hengchuan's throat bobbed, and his interest was instantly kindled.

Applying the principle in reverse: in Azkart's mind, the Chinese side would surely look down on them because Fox was the team leader, and would inevitably assume that America's results were mediocre.

Since the Zheng family called it a banquet, they naturally had not invited only their own people; one took the chance to meet more people, and back and forth, one slowly blended into the circle.

And if one called him a mere hanger-on, that would be somewhat unfair—Xu Chongxiao's martial arts were actually rather decent.

Still, after hearing them out, Bai Jiu actually breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed they still did not know about the light element she had suddenly summoned at the end. How to put it—Bai Jiu knew well what a stir it would cause if word got out that she was a dual-element cultivator, let alone a triple-element one.

You took your father's sword—an heirloom enough to protect you and make your name—booked a ticket to the Pande Continent, and left your familiar homeland all alone.

That, however, was nothing to Qin Shouren; he merely waved his hand and a jade disc appeared, from which a beam of spiritual light shot forth, and the valley's mist rolled and parted, forming a passage straight into the depths of the valley.

Around Su Qian, three treasures ranged freely: the Three Yang Flame Diagram, its phantom fire crows sweeping to and fro, each phantom giving off a rolling scorching heat; the Mystic Yin Treasure Mirror, rolling out a chill of cold and gloom; and the Void Sword, merged with the void itself, coming and going without a trace.

As if he had not seen the city lord's imposing, terrifying appearance, he raised his hand and released the twin-pupiled fire fox of the primal spirit space.

No sooner had the thought risen in Zhu Xiaoyan's mind than he suddenly froze—something was off. What tier was white? Surely the dark-gold beast head hadn't pulled some new trick?

Watching Hao Dongmei's departing back, Zhou Xin pondered whether he ought to study Western medicine as well; the deeper he delved into Chinese medicine, the more he could see that it did indeed have its limitations in certain respects.

"No, I meant Mama—Mama is a big bad guy," Qianxia said, her voice choked and her eyes red.

Sarutobi Asuma, belly thrust out, stared at the ceiling with a look of utter despair, and did not glance at his father even once the whole time; he questioned the Third Hokage in a flat tone.

Over the next few days, he binge-watched TV dramas after work and looked up financial and stock-market data from ten years later during work hours—after all, a film-and-television world was a modern society, and money could solve the vast majority of problems. By the following weekend he had finally finished the dramas and memorized the general market trends and the few stocks with the largest swings.

As the trial proceeded, the evidence being sufficient, Cao Debao was convicted of attempted murder; his lawyer could only do his utmost to defend him, arguing that Cao Debao had been driven to act on impulse by the shock of having his house forcibly taken from him.

Following Lin Jun, the others naturally had a sense of who was in charge and felt much steadier; at the very least, with Lin Jun there, they should not be in danger.