Chapter 17: One-Third of the Real Estate in Shenzhou Belongs to the Su Family

“Dad, are we homeless now?”
In the taxi, Yaya curled up in Chen Xing’s arms like a frightened kitten.
Looking into his daughter’s big, watery eyes—her forced bravery tinged with fear—Chen Xing’s heart ached.
He held her tighter.
He reached out and pinched her little cheek...
Meanwhile, at the entrance to Yeouido, two cunning men remained still, preparing to capture their second prey.
There are two Hangu Passes: one lies between Shan County and Tongguan, known as the Qin-era Hangu Pass, the true Hangu Pass.
After the corpse separated, the remaining serpent body still instinctively coiled around Chen Xu’s wrist.
This oppa truly has his own feelings. Then she hasn’t lost yet; the odds are still even.
Black Sun Yu had already exchanged blows with Vegeta, but he hadn’t used his full strength. Sun Yu sensed that Black Sun Yu was using Vegeta to further enhance his own body’s harmony.
Alright then, the statue is composed of 25 stone blocks—an “armor statue.” Wang Yonghao was quite lazy, simply setting the statue’s appearance as a stack of 25 stone blocks with adjustable features.
Draco was still caught between a silly grin and excitement, which troubled Li Xiang a little; he hoped this guy wouldn’t cause any trouble.
“Stay home and behave. Also, don’t let anyone else know about this to avoid unnecessary trouble!” After saying this, Sun Yu and Weis vanished from the spot.

The long wait followed. While Park Mingshu and Zheng Junhe were feeling dejected, Shi Zhenqiu practiced with a shuttlecock for quite a while.
Guang Chengzi didn’t even respond, because during the three days of assault on Chaoge, the Jie Sect’s members continuously spread rumors about the Chan Sect, including whispers that several elite disciples of Chan secretly defected to the Western Sect.
She stubbornly pouted her fierce yet adorable baby face, making Quan Shi want to tease her once more.
With vacancies at the top, those ranked lower saw opportunities and challenged those above, explaining why so many members of the Battle Scorpion were wounded.
Yamamoto Ichiro was shocked, but his bullets were all spent; he couldn’t escape. After being grabbed by a robot, he was pinned against the wall, a pistol raised and aimed directly at his head.
Jin Juefeng suddenly looked up, his usually unruly expression visibly stunned. He looked at Jin Jianjun incredulously—did he really say those three words?
Under everyone’s gaze, Zhao Changfeng remained calm, clasped his fists, and bowed slightly in greeting. The whole process was smooth and effortless, showing no trace of nervousness. Some of the elders present, though still unsure of Zhao Changfeng’s true strength, nodded slightly in approval of his demeanor.
“That’s right. If it were true, I would immediately kowtow to Long Hao. Zhuge Yun, do you think saying such things would make us believe you and spare Long Hao?” Wu Xiu sneered coldly.
China now likely plans to overturn the world; they are gathering strength and awaiting the right moment, probably hoping the United States weakens further.
Quan Ningmeng was initially proud and refused to eat the food Han Jiujiu offered, but hunger eventually won, and she reluctantly put aside her pride to eat obediently.
Seeing Gu Xiaoyue not reprimanding Chu Yunfei for sleeping in class and even allowing him to continue dozing, Bai Qianqian pouted, feeling a bit resentful.
If this were the previous life, if he had quarreled with Jin Jianjun, he definitely wouldn’t have come to school—he might even have caused trouble to deliberately annoy Jin Jianjun. But now, no matter how bad his mood, he still came to school.
The man in black sighed. Rather than blindly searching for people, it was better to release the two to help find Hu Weiyong’s whereabouts. So, the cells of Chen Ning and Tu Jie were opened, and the man in black approached, unlocking their shackles.

His father had been killed, so joining the Northern Yuan was somewhat understandable. Yet, those Northern Yuan soldiers feared that if Hu Pengju defected after joining them, they would suffer in silence.
In the still lively hotel lobby, Mo Lanyu Feisu walked among the guests in a red Chinese dress, her cheeks flushed as she offered toasts.
The casino was just hypothetical—Ma Sanbao would never open one. Such an industry existed in his era but often ruined lives; Ma Sanbao wouldn’t engage in such unscrupulous dealings. He didn’t want the people of Ming to be displaced because of him.
Gu Ran never thought she could be so bored. On a whim, she went to a nearby internet café. Had she known what kind of person she would meet there, she might never have set foot in that place.
“Brother Xian, you knew he would profit from this, so why didn’t you tell me?” Zhu Di said angrily. He didn’t mind others earning money, but when he learned some silver would end up in the hands of the Prefect of Beiping, he was displeased.
Lin Erchuan swallowed nervously; he no longer cared about maintaining his cold, aloof image.
After a while, everyone regained their composure—some chatting together, others wandering around, and some visibly excited.
That morning, when Xiu Xiu was giving Chi Wan water to wash her face, she noticed people whispering and pointing at her. At first, she ignored it, but the voices grew louder.
No need to mention Lin Ping—Fu Huaicheng had imagined it countless times. He both envied and resented Xu Zhu, wishing he were him, but reality was otherwise.
At the slope’s edge, where the wind howled, the cold breeze swept across the empty, desolate lawn, hitting people squarely.