Chapter 407: Meeting CEO Zhou

A fierce light flashed in Zhou Yuanshan's eyes as he drained the red wine in his glass.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Just then, a knock sounded on the office door.

"Come in," Zhou Yuanshan said indifferently.

A man dressed in a black suit stepped inside, standing respectfully before Zhou Yuanshan.

"Boss, there is news," the man said in a low voice.

"What news?" Zhou Yuanshan inquired.

"The 'Dawn'..."

These storage bags were either plundered from his opponents during the planar war, or taken from the enemies he had encountered throughout his lifetime.

Abeipu’s laughter grew increasingly unbridled; Ruan Bai clutched the bed tightly, desperate to shut out his voice, but her vision went black and she lost consciousness.

"No need." Nian Mu hung up the phone, not believing a single word of what he had said.

Xi Jingchen felt only helplessness toward such matters; he merely wished to blend into the world of ordinary people and experience life.

Lan Xin retorted without the slightest courtesy: "Because a special power exists between these three domains, and you know this as well."

"I have had enough, I want to leave the Nine Hidden Realms, no matter where I go!" The Nine Hidden Emperor looked at the dozens of emperors around him gazing up at the sky, feeling as though he had suffered an unprecedented humiliation.

"Damn, Miss Hongyu isn't mine, use her if you want, as long as she's willing." Gao Fali also joked over the phone.

This remarriage was certainly impossible now. Zhou Wumei was a good wife, definitive and perfect, and Han Ziyu would absolutely not divorce her, yet his love for Yang Xue left him hopelessly entangled as well.

"Uh, is that alright?" Hearing this, Yang Chen turned his head to look at the two Xuanwu clan guards beside him, who had already begun to lower their heads in silence.

With his current strength, only by wielding a saint-grade martial weapon could he inflict harm upon such a high-tier Martial Emperor.

Just as Zhang Chao interrupted Yang Wei, Yang Wei suddenly played against the rules, flicking a spicy strip with lightning speed; the former had no time to dodge and swallowed it in one gulp, then desperately clutched his throat, staring at Yang Wei in utter disbelief.

Previously, when Zong Lingshan helped him, it could be said she was young and ignorant; now that Zong Lun possessed such righteousness at his age, it was truly rare.

"Do you want breakfast?" Celia was just about to speak when she saw Meilansha stand up and extend a hand to her.

The Gulan Martial Arts Hall held a greater attraction for him; it could likely be determined as a sanctuary for ancient martial cultivators, and visiting it a few more times to clear up Lin Yuehua's misunderstanding about him would be worthwhile.

Hearing Mu Qingxiao's words, Guo Jing's eyes filled with perplexity; the situation was currently excellent, so why disband the Nine Heavens Palace, when its deterrence ensured the foreign tribes would never dare invade the Central Plains again.

The moment they stepped into the Huji Tavern, the clamor of the streets grew noticeably fainter; the vast parlor was nearly filled with patrons, eating side dishes and chatting over wine, looking thoroughly carefree.

In Ah Xiu's words, even if everyone belonged to Diamond 1 in the same region, a massive, chasm-like disparity still existed between professionals and non-professionals.

"I didn't say much, I just told him Xiao Ling is a member of the God Race!" Qi Yu's eyes were fixed on the phone screen, completely unblinking.

Zhao Dingyi's reaction was not slow either, but the first thing he did was not to rush out after them, but to press a switch on the wall.

Ever since dealing with Wang Qingfeng, Wu Xuanming had gradually grown wiser, doing his best not to reveal his joy, anger, sorrow, or delight, lest his opponent see through him at a glance; only in this way could he stand a chance of victory.

"I am currently in the basement of Li Yifu's villa, and I have also dispatched a portion of our men to search; if we find it, I will notify you!" Zhang Lilong said, holding the phone.

Up until now, Tang Cheng had not heard Jiaerka utter another word; Jiaerka simply suspended her staff in midair and reclined upon it, much like the descendant of a sect called the Ancient Tomb Sect written about in a martial arts novel years ago, except, of course, Jiaerka slept upon a staff.