Futile Devices Scans

The entire day remained a time for the distinguished guests aboard the ship to seek pleasure and amusement, and everyone minded their own business without incident. There was no shortage of entertainment aboard the Cloudtop or around the nearby port, so nobody noticed that a piece of cargo wrapped in black oilcloth had been unloaded…

Making an example of one person to warn everyone else really was the fastest solution. One gun, one bullet, and two people guarding the exits had directly eliminated countless arguments, delays, and disputes that might otherwise have arisen later. It was not that Carp Nation’s agents and bodyguards were incompetent. Their military equipment was already…

Qi Mu’s expression darkened completely. Jiang Shao had caused trouble before, but there had always been some reason for it, and he had at least known where to draw the line. This was the first time he had behaved so completely unreasonably. Qi Mu had no idea why Jiang Shao was so intent on targeting…

The person asking him to play along was his superior’s superior’s superior… so no matter how abrupt the plot twist was, Fu Xi Yan could only grit his teeth and play along. After putting on a thoroughly grateful performance, he was “escorted” back to Count Yongfeng’s Estate by the people of the Censorate. Fu Fu…

That was insanely cool—ridiculously, unfairly cool. From his clothes and styling to that easy, effortless swagger, Huang Yuyuan was exactly the kind of thing Qin Shu loved to see. Qin Shu wanted abilities like that too: a universe hidden inside his sleeves, summoning objects from across mountains, countless transformations, riding clouds and mist… Just imagine…

Tao Mo stared at him blankly. “Catch a big fish? You… you mean you want to…” For Old Tao?… That seemed impossible. Then could it be… Hao Guozi? He struggled to make sense of it. Other than Old Tao and Hao Guozi, he truly could not think of anything about himself that could possibly be…

There was only one small town near the school, but because of the school, it remained lively despite its size, with food stalls and snacks of every kind lining the streets. Several boys crouched beside the road, watching the people passing by. Zhi Li finally sauntered over, looking devastatingly beautiful as ever. He stood in…

“And as for the extraordinary condition Young Master possesses, something no ordinary person should have, the only explanation I can offer is that Young Master must be a descendant of the Changyu Clan.” The answer was unexpected, yet almost identical to what Yelü Zhen had told him that day. For a moment, Nalan Xuan could…

With such an exaggerated movement and such an obviously startled reaction, it would have been impossible not to attract attention. The moment Nalan Xuan came back to his senses, he wanted nothing more than to slap himself. Feng Xuanyi assumed Nalan Xuan was still angry because of everything that had happened earlier that night, so…

As everyone knew, the anomalous case departments of various countries worked closely with the Earthcore Research Institute, especially Hua’s Anomalous Case Department. Personnel at every level had close ties with scientists from Hua at the Institute. Fang Huan Xing’s identity and address were both confidential, but given that connection, it was hardly strange that the…

Huff— Huff— Fang Huan Xing braced himself against the wall as he moved forward, breathing heavily. His backpack was far from light, and his clothes were soaked through with rain and sweat. Both legs felt as heavy as lead. “I’ll say it again. Walk over there yourself, or stay right where you are and go…

The white slipper—no, the white pickup truck—sped down Fenglin Street at fifty kilometers per hour, following the little green dot on the map. The kid deliberately stuck to narrow side streets and alleys and moved so fast that Shang Lu could only see his location on the tracker; he still hadn’t caught sight of Fang…

The white pickup truck left the expressway through the curtain of rain and headed straight onto the provincial highway. There was very little useful information in the file—not even a way to contact the person he was supposed to pick up. Xueping was more than three hundred kilometers from Fog Harbor, so Shang Lu had…

Fog Harbor was deep into autumn, and the weather forecast called for heavy rain that evening. The setting sun illuminated the city skyline, its light striking the glass façades of the densely packed buildings and casting vivid patches of orange-red light across them. Beneath the straight span of Fog Harbor Bridge, a luxury cruise ship…

Gao Qin opened the door. Just as Xiao Bai and Jia Zhi Qing were about to step inside, he stopped them. “Guest bathroom first.” Jia Zhi Qing looked as though he had expected this. He grabbed the thoroughly bewildered Xiao Bai, took three practiced steps, and turned right. It might only have been the guest…

When Xiao Bai got home, he discovered that Jia Zhi Qing had already returned. He was sitting bored on the sofa, flipping the television from channel one to nine, then all the way back from nine to one. “Why are you home so early today?” Didn’t he usually insist on mooching dinner at the company?…

When the hour hand passed twelve, Xiao Bai grew nervous. The clothes he had specially worn to his interview at the television station yesterday had just been washed. Everything else he owned consisted of cheap street-stall T-shirts and jeans faded from too many washes. He opened his wardrobe and, from an entire row of obviously…

The show settled into its normal format. Shi Da Ming fully lived up to his reputation as a variety-show veteran worth two ordinary hosts, controlling the pace from beginning to end. Xiao Bai only appeared when they tossed to commercials or pulled back to a wide shot. But he obediently followed the director’s instructions, so…

The story of how a certain Xiao Bai met a certain Great God began, for the most part, with an emergency attempt to patch up one beautiful mistake. Elio’s Notes: On the subject, a certain former celebrity host—who had not even been present but had nevertheless played a crucial role as matchmaker—later said, “In this…

In the unnaturally quiet night, the clock on the wall went tick-tock, tick-tock. Lan Xi listened to it until he fell asleep. When he woke the next morning, he found himself wrapped snugly in the blanket from head to toe. Maybe the seraph did something to me while I was asleep? Lan Xi quickly threw…