Chapter 122: The CIA Turns Up the Pressure Again

Dusk deepened, gilding Manhattan’s steel forest with an amber glow. The glass curtain walls of the Starry Skyscraper reflected the heavens, compressing the entire city into a stream of drifting gold.

In “Cloudscape,” the Michelin three-star restaurant on the thirty-fourth floor, Seraphina sat by the window, her porcelain-white fingertips lightly tapping the crystal glass.

From this height, Central Park in autumn looked like an oil painting soaked in sunlight: golden ginkgo leaves, deep crimson maples, and lakes of brilliant blue.

“In other words, the crown prince you keep talking about has already been crippled by me! He’s locked up in the Dragon Prison now! He can barely save himself, so how could he possibly avenge you?” Lu Zheng sneered.

Just as he was about to examine one of the ancient paintings, a burst of blinding light suddenly erupted from within it and knocked Yu Qixia unconscious.

A question involuntarily arose in Zhao Sheng’s mind. Even if her brother had risen to prominence at a young age and become head of the family, it should still have been impossible for him to reach the point of commanding the family’s ancestors in such a short time, shouldn’t it?

“After today, I’ll be an adult!” Yu Qixia thought happily. Yet what awaited him next was the first spiritual ordeal of his life.

“Big Brother, the more you explain, the more confused I become. Who exactly is this person you’re talking about? Why has he made you so agitated?” Xiang Nan still did not understand.

All kinds of spirit beasts began appearing throughout the world. Some sparrows were larger than fighter jets; with a single beat of their wings, they could whip up hurricanes. Some rats were larger than adult tigers, their claws so sharp that boulders were as fragile as tofu before them. There were even enormous man-eating flowers capable of swallowing an entire elephant.

After thinking it over, he ultimately said nothing. After all, compared with the monsters outside, he was indeed still far too weak. If training under her could make him stronger, then naturally there was no harm in it.

“Damn it! I must have been cursed for eight lifetimes to be assigned to watch over this good-for-nothing!” Gray Eagle pulled open the door to the dark room and hurried out as though fleeing a plague god.

“Pay them no mind. Keep driving,” Lu Zheng said calmly. Sitting in the back seat, he closed his eyes to rest and did not even bother opening them.

He was already over a hundred years old, yet his body remained vigorous. His eyes were bright and alert, and he looked no older than seventy.

Just as he was wondering whether he should pick two of the prettier young women to warm up with, the sound of high heels rang out. A moment later, Yang Ziyu’s voice followed, cold as ice.

Just as expected, when Cai Yeguang arrived at the South City Branch, he was given a thoroughly closed door.

“I’m used to it. Favoritism is one of Twin Peaks’ defining traits, and the people there seem especially fond of useless fools. No wonder they say that children who receive less love from their parents grow up to be more capable.” Xi spoke her first words upon arriving at the council chamber that day.

Put simply, although Qin Tian and the other man would not necessarily be executed, their objective had, in the end, still amounted to eliminating Qin Tian’s greatest enemy.

The Flood Dragon Clan had always carried a wild streak in their blood. After suffering such humiliation and losing all face, You Kun erupted with fury. His entire body surged with force, his eyes turning blood-red like a demon’s. His strength rose explosively, and a demonic greatsword suddenly appeared in his hand as he swung it down at Cao Junjie.

Zhou Kui possessed the divine strength of a thousand catties. He was also an iron-card gladiator in the Beast Arena and the boss of Arena One. To some extent, because of his status as a gladiator, even Black Pearl, the overseer, had to give him some leeway.

“I… Qing Lian, give me a few days off. I really need some time to get my emotions under control.” The moment she saw the entrance to the Special Police Unit, Ye Suman seized Qing Lian’s arm.

He had never expected that, by a twist of fate, he would enter the Nine-Prison True Demon Cult. By combining its demonic arts with his own cultivation, not only had his strength advanced by leaps and bounds, he had also gained the power to crush anyone at the same level.

At that instant, the totem on his chest let out an eagle’s cry as well. An overwhelming tide of black, baleful energy burst from his body and instantly enveloped the corpses of Chu Yang and Zheng Xianglan.