The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms - Chapter 552 - 549: Forced Helplessness_1

Tian Shao wore it, and became the eldest of the six golden flowers of Tian Dalin’s family in the Hongqi Club in that difficult era.

In a family, the parents are dull and the mother is aggressive, the second sister is violent, the third sister is taciturn, the fourth sister is gluttonous, the fifth sister is brave, and the sixth sister is a cabbage.

Patriarchal? Don’t be afraid, a girl is better than a son. Familiar with nothing? Don’t be afraid, go to the factory to do business, and the small life is booming.

…

It is said that men chasing women, the mountains are separated; women chasing men, the gauze is separated. Tian Shao was puzzled why she and Pei Yue were separated by mountains.

Forget it, the iceberg is too high and cold.

Pei Yue stopped Tian Shao and said, “If you flirt, you have to be responsible. Let’s go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate.”

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

She lost her voice, her child, and her dignity... but now she’s back—with a voice the world can’t ignore.Four years ago, Cecilia Morrison was left bleeding and betrayed after giving birth to a child labeled a “bastard” by her fiancé and family. Mute, humiliated, and abandoned, she vanished with one child and a shattered heart.Now, she returns to Star City, no longer the fragile girl they discarded, but a graceful woman with fire in her veins and her sweet daughter by her side. Her mission is clear: to find the son who was stolen from her.Steven Lawrence, the city’s most powerful man, has been relentlessly searching for the elusive world-famous singer, Raine. He also happens to be the father of a boy who looks exactly like Cecilia's daughter.When the twins finally come face to face, buried secrets begin to surface, and enemies from the past scramble to cover their tracks before Cecilia and Steven expose the truth together.Will she finally reunite with her missing child?What is the real connection between her and Steven?And when the world discovers her hidden identity, what will it bring?

Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, “Good Morning, Chief!”