Chapter 269: Give Him Some Face

"Stop your bickering, both of you!" Li Changan said, shaking his head. "Everyone had a hard day today. Get some proper rest, and we will talk tomorrow!"

Night fell, and a hush finally settled over the dormitory.

Early the next morning, Li Changan rose at his usual hour, preparing to lead the squad through their daily drills, only to find Sun Yang still fast asleep, snoring away in bed.

"That fellow, completely went back on his word!" Li Changan muttered, standing by the bedside and staring down at the deep slumber of Sun—

Curiosity piqued by his words, the crowd pressed Liu Yunwei with questions, eager to know what brilliant solution he had devised to cover the massive shortfall in grain and coin needed to sustain an army of over two hundred thousand.

"My second brother is lying in a hospital bed right now! Shall I send you in to keep him company?" Yu Manman spat out, her hands pulling the leather whip taut with a sudden, vicious yank.

Gu Xiangyang closed his eyes in quiet sorrow; he knew the child, Xu Guoqing, was merely trying to comfort him, for how could it possibly not hurt?

"Go to sleep," he murmured. She still had no inkling of how to hide her true feelings, and Xu Mosen felt a faint pang in his chest, mistakenly believing her despondency was because of Jin Yong.

A decade from now, she would be well into her thirties, her youth fading into middle age, and what decent man would ever take her as his wife then?

Without a hint of hesitation, Meng Lang righteously picked up the envelope and drew out its contents... only to freeze on the spot, his face completely blank with utter bewilderment.

Upon hearing the title, Liu Yunwei knew at once that the approaching rider was one of their own, and a closer look confirmed it—it was indeed Xu Jiusi, the guerrilla general serving under Liu Ting.

"Haha! I knew I couldn't hide it from a clever lass like you! Not like that foolish master of yours!" With a hearty laugh, the 'assassin' tore off his black mask, revealing himself to be none other than the Crazy Monk.

Beside him, Long Teng’s brow furrowed tightly; though he managed to maintain a facade of composure, he could not entirely conceal the flicker of astonishment in his eyes.

Seated next to Li Huiye was another young man, but this youth was no stranger—it was none other than his own son, Li Xian.

Xia Zechen, however, was consumed by Ji Lingfei's words; she had said she wasn't ready yet, but what exactly did it mean to be ready?

While Jing Yi was still reeling from the blow, Qin Li had already boarded the vehicle bound for HK International, carrying her blueprints and carefully selected materials; as for the schedule, word had it that Wen Tang had already arranged everything for her.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ji Lingfei covered her mouth as a violent fit of coughing overtook her, her face turning even more deathly pale. She watched as Xia Zechen leaned down to pick up her stomach medicine, flipping it over to inspect it before casting two sharp glances at her, looking very much like a wolf sizing up its prey.

After a brief moment, he returned and said to me, "We have a resident researcher here who specializes in depression and is quite adept at hypnosis. I'll take you to him." I nodded and followed him out. We ascended to the ninth floor and stopped before a consultation room, where a plaque outside read "Researcher Zhu Changxiu."

In the heat of a great battle, if one did not rely on medicinal stimulants, their strength might be completely drained, causing them to collapse instantly onto the ground without the power to rise again—and that would be the absolute end of it.

It seemed Ye'er had been bullied, and in all likelihood quite terribly so, or else she would not have fled into the dead of night.

Bei Wuyou, on the other hand, sat there in a completely casual manner, pouring endless praise upon Fu Cong, while Fu Cong stood by his side, smiling with awkward embarrassment.

I had shown enough forbearance before, wishing neither to harm others needlessly nor to get hurt myself, but since young Master Kong dared to humiliate Ruoruu, I had no choice but to stake my very life on this fight.

Bei Wuyou almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but the moment he caught the look in Liu Wanting's eyes, a sudden reaction stirred beneath his waist.

Seeing that the other party had nearly finished loosening up, Su Xing swallowed hard and finally began his interrogation; if he did not get to the bottom of this matter, his heart would feel as though a hundred caterpillars were writhing and crawling inside it, causing an unbearable torment.

Whether it sprang from genuine joy or was merely a superficial, sycophantic display remained unclear. At any rate, upon receiving praise from his master, Wei Zhongxian beamed with unbridled delight, backing away with a reverent smile while his subordinates mirrored his every move, their countenances filled with an identical, profound reverence.