Chapter Ninety-Two: That Brat Is Asking for a Beating (Please Subscribe)

Pier Seven was vast, with clearly designated waiting areas for private cars, taxis, ride-hailing vehicles, as well as bus and subway stations. Everything was laid out with precision.

Bai Yujing sat in the front passenger seat of the long-wheelbase Bentley, the leather upholstery carrying a faint scent of hide. He leaned back against the seat, drumming his fingertips lightly on the window frame. In the driver’s seat, Diya had already buckled her seatbelt. The sight made Liu Shuangling say in surprise, “As spirit masters, there is no need for us to...”

“Th-thank you for your kind regard, Second Miss.” Zhuo Xiyu’s frightened expression only made everyone even more suspicious.

A palace built of white jade stood before them. On either side, nine white jade pillars lined the approach like decorative sentinels, making the palace of white walls and yellow tiles appear grand and solemn beyond measure. The walls were fashioned from flawless blocks of white jade, while the roof tiles were laid with top-grade glazed tiles, each piece worth a fortune beyond reckoning.

Just as he was thinking, Lin Jiaren suddenly pulled the reins hard, stopping the horse’s headlong charge. “Qi Da, track them!” At his shout, a man behind him swung down from his mount and began a careful search, sniffing, looking, touching, and even tasting to investigate the trail.

At first, the members of the Great Lake Avengers were not overly surprised when Deadpool was defeated. Even when they saw black flames喷ning from his eye sockets, ears, mouth, and nostrils, they still did not seem concerned.

But Zhang Tao quietly closed his eyes. In his ears, sudden and distinctly urgent footsteps rang out. With his sharpened hearing, Zhang Tao could keep track of every move Mo Tan made without even looking.

Yet in a sense, all of this was simply Chu Yiyun hastening his own destruction.

Because of Qiao Feng, it was also a tragedy for the Apocalypse Organization. Qiao Feng later discovered by chance that he was not actually one of Apocalypse’s people—to be precise, he was not even from Earth.

Only when she thought of how he had done it without telling her first, nearly causing her to lose the child, did she consider treating him the way she had in the past. But then she remembered what had happened at the marquis’s residence, and hesitated.

Mist, mist, mist. The fog here seemed never to disperse. For a full month, they had lived inside it, and Birdbear had relied entirely on instinct to carry its master forward. Its appearance was much like that of an ordinary horse, except that it was black, with a single sharp horn on its head; stranger still, instead of a mane, black flames roared along its back.

Such a man had, without question, become a legend in the global advertising industry, and an idol admired or envied by nearly everyone in China who worked in advertising.

Unlike Sun-Severing Pass, which had to be completely sealed off from the tide of savage beasts, the Liangzhou Army stationed here only needed to guide it away.

“Then what about Youma?” To be honest, Lin Huan had not expected anything from Youma at all, yet he had actually stayed up late just to study the game. That was truly rare.

Seeing that they seemed inclined to keep talking, he hurriedly interrupted, “Let’s talk when we get home.” With that, he helped his parents with their luggage and called to the others as he led them toward the parking lot.

At this critical moment, He Chen cast life and death aside and no longer thought about the consequences for himself. He only knew that if he were even a step too late, the world’s future would become something neither he nor Yuzuriha Inori wanted to see.

After getting into the car that had been prepared in advance and heading to the booked hotel, he was seeing New York for the first time, and his first impression of the city lived up to its long-rumored reputation as a traffic-choked metropolis.

Officer Yang seemed to know I would be here already. After arriving at the scene, he first had Ding Yang and the others examine the corpse, then quietly pulled Zhao Xin and me aside to ask what had happened.

Now, though, in order to borrow the money, he was about to muddle through and agree to one future request from Aizen. He truly could not think of anything Aizen might need him to do, but precisely because he could not think of anything, he felt all the more uneasy. Human beings are always afraid of the unknown.