Chapter 414: Scar of Gravity

"Could I truly be dying?" A wave of despair washed over Li Chang'an once more.

Just then, he suddenly felt his body being pulled upward by a strange force.

"What?" Li Chang'an gasped in shock.

He opened his eyes and beheld a familiar figure.

"Captain Zhao Yi?!" Li Chang'an cried out.

There was Zhao Yi, piloting a small shuttle as it descended from the heavens, snatching Li Chang'an up in an instant.

"What is wrong with you?" Qin Han gazed at her, hesitating for a long while before finally voicing the question in his heart.

Old Mistress He opened her mouth, suddenly realizing that she had been so consumed by thoughts of the delicacies brought by the third branch that she had completely forgotten about the immobilized third son.

One had to understand that whether it was the Capital's Xiao family or the Wu family, both possessed listed enterprises worth tens of billions. In corporations of this magnitude, the moment any rumor or unrest leaked from within the company or through industry gossip, their stock prices would suffer violent fluctuations.

Word of someone causing a scene at the Thunder Inn had already spread far and wide. Many nearby onlookers longed to see what was happening, yet none dared to gather openly, choosing instead to peek out stealthily from the shadows.

Stheno exhaled a few breaths of passionate, warm air and reached down to undo Xiang Ye's belt. Yet even as she did, Gabriel came crashing through the shattered side window, slamming her shoulder into Stheno and sending her flying.

Mr. Sun Yat-sen's membership in the Freemasons was no secret; when he joined the Chee Kung Tong back then, he accepted funding from American capitalist forces, and upon becoming the Left Chancellor of the Chee Kung Tong, he joined the Freemasons, marking him as one of the highest-ranking Asians within the organization at the time.

The furnishings in the hall were sparse, consisting entirely of old-fashioned reproduction antique furniture—reproduction being the operative word.

"So we can only make this much just for today?" Qibao listened intently, her large eyes blinking as her excitement deflated.

For Elder Gu knew that while he possessed some expertise in ceramic antiquities, it would be absolutely impossible for him to distinguish the authentic pieces from the numerous high-quality counterfeits in this shop within such a short frame of time as Wang Haoming had done.

Consequently, Wang Haoming completely ignored the seats designated on their tickets. After observing the cabin with a sly, calculating gaze for a moment, he gently took Chen Manfei by the hand and dragged her toward the very back row.

To the side, Wu Fan caught Jia Cong's eye with a subtle look, though Jia Cong needed no such reminder to know that this particular lyric was entirely unsuited for Miaoyu.

"Xiaolin is truly a wonderful girl. I merely gave her your phone number and QQ, and she willingly helped me take those portrait photos of Xiaoxue, haha." Lin Jiamao wore the triumphant look of a man who had struck a massive bargain.

Jia Cong, despite being the heir presumptive of the Rong Estate, possessed only a glamorous exterior and an honorable title, but in truth, he lacked even the authority to command a single armored bodyguard.

Regrettably, before he could pass down the full measure of his profound skills to posterity, he had departed this world in great haste to ascend among the immortals.

The two of them bantered and dressed upon the bed, occasionally playfully tussling, providing quite a delightful view for Jia Cong, who leaned against the brocade bolster at the edge of the bed with his arms looped behind his head, thoroughly amused by the joy of it all.

"How... how should I know? Stop blocking my way!" The middle-aged man's expression turned rather hostile.

The modulated, rhythmic cadence had barely uttered a few words before the furious Han Sanping struck the table and roared.

Yet who could have foreseen that the moment she opened her eyes, she would shout such a phrase, only to immediately draw her final breath right after.

They placed their hopes on transcending the finite destiny of the flesh, seeking to ascend to immortality through a puppet vessel, or failing that, to at least achieve everlasting life.

Seeing that everything was fully prepared, Dou Wei, seated on the sofa inside the nanny van, turned his attention back to the shifting trends on the internet.

Though it was difficult to admit, Ouyang Yu and that pack of zealots from the Jisheng Society truly possessed a formidable set of tricks up their sleeves.

Consider this: if your household had been destitute for decades, and suddenly the child you raised for years told you that he actually possessed hundreds of millions in savings, what would you think?