Chapter 105: I Shall Uphold Justice

At ten o’clock in the evening, the night deepened.

Wang Dong’s rented room was still illuminated by a harsh white light, where he was battling tirelessly on the front lines of the internet.

Tonight’s trending topic in the Summer Kingdom was undoubtedly the incident at the Shanghai Museum.

Merely issuing a criminal notice to the notorious thief and then reappearing wouldn’t have generated such a massive surge in traffic.

But if the issuer of the criminal notice was someone else entirely—

And that someone else happened to be three beautiful foreign women—

The level of attention this would attract was staggering.

One could say that the man before them was undoubtedly superior in skill to these two bodyguards, having brought them down with a single move. Such strength was truly terrifying.

“I don’t want to kill you. Don’t force me,” Qin Tianqi snorted coldly, the dark power emanating from him intensifying.

That day, Qin Tianqi, as usual, went to school with Li Tingting. On the way, he received a message from an unknown number on his phone. Curious, he opened it.

Just as the blood-red giant hand was about to reach him, a golden giant gate and a towering mist-shrouded mountain appeared simultaneously before He Chen.

There were also some records dating back years: great famine, total crop failure, starvation... such words shook him deeply.

Tang Qingyi merely gave Qi Kexue a meaningful glance to follow her, without saying a word; Qi Kexue understood immediately.

Tianxi Entertainment was unsure how to price the endorsement. Considering Wu’ai Music Network’s influence in the mainland’s music industry, the final offer sent over was 4 million Taiwanese dollars for two years—one million less than Jolin Tsai’s usual commercial endorsements.

Lin Chen listened carefully, following his father’s instructions precisely, not daring to make the slightest error. “Breathe…” He steadied his breath, cleared his mind, and gradually felt a void within, as if he had forgotten everything—an ethereal emptiness. His body felt as light as willow fluff, floating midair.

“Young Master Lin… may I ask what you need?” came a voice from the other end of the line—respectful yet anxious.

With that, Dingxiang stepped outside. Watching her graceful figure fade away, He Chen let out a long sigh.

Si Yu’s murderous aura spread swiftly in all directions. The restless crowd below was silenced by the intimidation; the eggs and tomatoes in their hands slipped down helplessly.

In his previous life, Reno had witnessed countless exquisite techniques—millions, perhaps. While many required a certain level of cultivation, some moves were unrestricted.

Lei Gang launched a horizontal slash, a fierce gust of wind slicing toward Flycat’s head. Flycat tilted his head, seized the moment, and charged beneath Lei Gang’s palm strike, leaping to ram into his face.

Rong Yi examined the attached photos. Su Qin’s appearance hadn’t changed much, but the impression she gave was different.

Such people, once captured, were almost certain to be shot on the spot. Capture meant death; escape meant fortune. Hence, when cornered, these brutes fought desperately, truly living as desperados.

Earlier, when Qin Feng declared he would go kill a first-order demon wolf, no one believed him; some even mocked his words.

“Thank you.” Tang Jingci had forgotten about his phone, but when he took it back, the screen was intact and all systems functioned properly. The only damage was a scratched protective case.

“Excellent!” Surrounded by a circle of specially designed cameras, the “click, click, click” sounds captured every moment.

Gu Tao glanced down at his attire, offering a bitter smile—it was indeed somewhat pitiful.

Core blood was no trivial matter. One had to find potent, developing blood; otherwise, the blood-steel body would be ruined.

As expected, upon hearing Commissioner Hu’s words, President Xu’s expression immediately darkened.

Previously, they had invited many renowned doctors for diagnosis, yet some couldn’t even pinpoint Ning Jiaoyue’s true illness, merely attributing it to a cold constitution.