MTL - Lanke Chess Edge - Chapter 990 Coincidentally

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”

For He Yi, life was like a coffee table laid with all sorts of coffee mugs resembling her misfortunes. She lost her virtue and had a premarital pregnancy—without knowing the father’s identity—right before her engagement. Her father passed away due to a heart attack when his company wound up. At that point, He Yi’s child was one-month-old and the culprit behind these tragedies was her trusted husband.

Under despair and rage, she drove toward her nemesis to knock him down. That had resulted in her becoming a destitute divorcee who could not afford proper meals after she had finished serving her sentence in prison five years later. She lost everything and her child was snatched away by her nemesis.

Her ex-husband eventually married his mistress who was contemptuous of her. “How are you able to live with this? I’d die much earlier if I were you.”

He Yi only gave a slight cold smile. “The reason I’m still alive is to witness how you go to Hell!”

(Playful, cute and naive young lady x gentle and abstinent financial giant)

Nan Ge has been wanting to replace his Lamborghini recently, but he is short of tens of thousands of yuan. Under her hard work, her brother found her a good job with a sense of mission—Galaxy Stomach Guard Team, referred to as food delivery.

On the first day of work, she was physically and mentally strong all the way, and delivered the takeaway to Shen Yanqing, a boss in the wealthy district.

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Shen Yanqing, a myth in the business world of Huai City, is a low-key person. Those who have worked with him all say that he is a cold banished fairy with a gentle skin. He seems gentle and polite, but in fact he is very unfeeling.

Once by accident, Shen Yanqing met a little girl he liked very much. He thought it would be difficult to see each other again, until he ordered a takeaway on a snowy day, the door opened, and a familiar figure stood at the door:

“Mr. Shen, good evening, I am the takeaway staff of irelyn restaurant, I wish you a pleasant meal!”

Shen Yanqing thought that Nan Ge was a poor little work-study student, and since then, she has been taking care of her work. Until one day his car broke down and he had to go out temporarily——

Nan Ge heard that he was in a hurry: “I have a car!”

When Shen Yanqing was still hesitating how to reject her little electric donkey that was leaking from all directions, she turned around and saw her take out the car key and press it lightly.

Not far away, the lights of a Lamborghini worth three million flashed:

“Why are you standing there, get in the car!”

“…”

(Introduction in one sentence: I drove a Lamborghini to experience life, and I loved me so much after I was the master of self-raiding ￣▽￣)

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Each stroke of good luck is a triumph over someone else’s misfortune.Jack Grim, the son of two legendary assassins, was born and raised on nothing but coldness, and the skills to spill blood.At seventeen, Jack received his final task as an assassin apprentice under his parents.“Succeed, and you’ll run your own organization — live the life you’ve always dreamed of.”For Jack, it was everything he had ever wanted: the chance to finally become the professional assassin he was born to be.He struck his target at midnight, succeeded, and received everything his parents had promised.But in the wake of victory came a pounding headache, a relentless fever—and then… transmigration.Jack now found himself in Raiden’s body, the keeper of the Book of Ashes, the heart of the Devourer, and the very book the coward Raiden had died protecting with his life.Jack had no desire to live in another world, magic or not. He simply wanted to return to his life as an assassin.But duty had other plans. The balance of this world now rested on his ability to protect the book, and like it or not, the responsibility was his to bear.