A Grand Venture

Because she knew her boss was paying attention to Lin Yi, Yang Hong informed Wang Meng the moment she learned the other had won the championship. Upon hearing the news, Wang Meng, who had been lying in bed, immediately sat up straight.

As Xiao Ping pushed the door open, Ye Tingchen plugged in the electric blanket, staring at Gu Ruochu for two seconds, as if to say, "I'll deal with you later."

Looking at the shattered phone in the corner, he became oddly calm instead. He walked over, bent down, and picked up the SIM card, a peculiar smile curling on his scarred face.

After the familiar opening lines, a beautiful figure appeared in the lower left corner of the camera.

He summoned the Grand Elder of the Yushui Sect, saying he wanted to reminisce about old times. The elder was reluctant, but when he glanced meaningfully at the "newcomer" who looked to be balding before thirty, the other's expression changed immediately.

"Aren't you going to resist?" Azure Eyes kissed Xiaoyu's forehead, his hand savoring the smooth sensation beneath his touch.

Major league teams resemble high-pressure corporations; to advance alongside the organization, one must put in effort matching one's position.

Gu Xingliang instinctively turned to the TV. On the screen, the pervert was being escorted by two officers, his head covered with a black cloth, but he seemed uninjured.

Within Xi Ying Media, Zheng Ren suggested holding a box office celebration for "Those Years." He proposed inviting a wide array of media friends to the event, which would serve as powerful publicity for Xi Ying Media, further elevating the company's reputation.

Gu Ruochu knew Ye Tingchen had sensed something, but she had promised him never to mention Lu Shaoqi in his presence again.

"Hey!" Two ninjas bowed to Kazuka Fujiwara. One of them gestured at the private room door, and several people dressed as waiters entered. Some carried out the bodies, others wiped away bloodstains, working with practiced efficiency. Clearly, this was not their first time doing such things.

In the blink of an eye, the Celestial Elephant transformed into the form of an ancient divine elephant, its body swelling dozens of times larger, exuding an aura that seemed to pierce the heavens and trample the earth.

The force of the shockwave flung him through the air, sending him crashing into a poplar tree by the roadside. The trunk snapped in half, and he landed in the middle of a field.

Liu Shihan walked out of her room with a smile, once again donning that black gauze, her half-revealed figure stirring illicit thoughts.

Seeing Li Yunxiao approaching at a terrifying speed, Aokiji stretched out his right hand. A towering iceberg erupted from the ground, blocking Li Yunxiao's path. The iceberg blotted out the sky, its massive shadow enveloping Li Yunxiao.

Though he spoke to the captain of the guards, everyone present, including Gilbert, felt a chill in their hearts.

I turned back to look at the paper money. The "people" who had been collecting it had all disappeared, and my eyes returned to normal. Next to the pile of ashes, two men pressed down on the door plank with all their might, yet it hovered half a meter above the ground, refusing to settle.

She knew she had been instructed to let him see this. Even if she didn't want to look, she still caught glimpses of the content.

Despite knowing no ninjutsu, he insisted on dragging Koizumi to back him up. When that failed, he let a harmless snake bite him and pretended to be poisoned, trying to bluff his way through. Zhang Yao was at a loss for words. Was all this really necessary? Did it have to be so complicated?

After a long journey, at last, a gigantic stone wall appeared ahead. At the end of the stone bridge, a stone door stood open.

The Flying Tiger squad on the ground tried to approach but were forced back by shockwaves from various attacks. They could only watch from a distance, not daring to get closer. Even the former protagonists, the brave and fearless Chen Guorong and Zheng Xiaofeng, could do nothing but run for their lives. At some point, they had made it to the bottom floor, clutching their heads and dodging falling debris.

These were all people seasoned by the ways of the world; naturally, they understood the gravity of the situation. Their brows were creased with worry.

In front of the fans, Yang Yiyi put on an innocent act, smiling as she answered questions. The grand opening ceremony had attracted plenty of entertainment reporters. On Ye Hanxiao's arrangement, the five newcomers were interviewed so they could appear on TV.

Zhang Yao and Baby, holding hands, hurriedly continued their search. The broadcast never stopped; shortly after the ninth athlete entered, another announcement followed.

Zhang Yao didn't care much, but Koizumi was deeply offended. It was understandable—no one wanted their hard work to be so carelessly mishandled. While all-ages fan works were one thing, many creators didn't mind that, but if it was something explicit, that was a different matter entirely.

To him, this was simply a sign of Old Master Gu's approval, which far outweighed the value of the object itself.

Huo Yuanli responded nonchalantly, landing a punch on Luffy's giant fist. With enough force to shatter mountains, he disrupted Luffy's Devil Fruit ability entirely.

Yet all these people, including Zhou Ye, shared one thing in common: each carried a strange black key.

That night, Mao Doudou learned that Feng Can had once again taken on a task for her, and she felt a headache coming on.

"Nonsense, if it wasn't you, who else could it be?" As soon as the boss finished speaking, the dark clouds above split open, and a hail of fireballs came crashing down.

As Anna Hu was lost in thought, the messenger entered, accompanied by the Soulburn Crow specially trained to deliver intelligence.

Though everyone felt uneasy about this space, there was no better option, so they could only follow the doctor's instructions.

The positions they stood in were all deliberate, each person spaced apart at specific intervals. The difference between the front and back rows was obvious, forming a strange triangular formation, as if enacting some mysterious ritual.

Under this highly integrated network of shared experiences and insights, people's thoughts reached an unprecedented level of unity. No matter how great the disagreement, once the data was synced, the differences could be pinpointed and resolved reasonably. It could be called an ideal electronic utopia.