bookcurios Chapter 113 Ma Xianhong is thrown into prison
Chapter 113 Ma Xianhong is thrown into prison
Li Qiankun faced the flood of Ruhua dolls, a cold smile curling his lips. His figure moved like the wind, weaving through the dense mass of dolls. Each punch and kick precisely shattered a doll, as if he were performing a silent dance.
Although these dolls were numerous, they were like fragile pieces of paper in the face of Li Qiankun's absolute strength, vulnerable to a single blow. His figure flickered in and out of the sea of dolls, and each appearance was accompanied by the sound of the dolls shattering, as if playing a piece of music of destruction.
However, just when Li Qiankun thought he could easily deal with these dolls, a huge doll suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way. The doll was three meters tall, exuding a metallic luster, and looked extremely strong.
"Hmm? It seems that he has some tricks up his sleeve." Li Qiankun narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the huge doll.
The giant doll let out a deep roar and then suddenly pounced towards Li Qiankun. Li Qiankun dodged the doll's attack easily. He took the opportunity to go behind the doll and punched it in the back.
However, this punch did not easily shatter the doll like before. Instead, it was bounced back by the doll's hard shell. Li Qiankun felt a huge recoil force coming, and his arm was slightly numb.
"Interesting, it seems this doll is not simple." Li Qiankun rubbed his arms and looked at the doll again with a more serious look in his eyes.
The giant doll attacked Li Qiankun again, this time even faster and with even greater force. Li Qiankun didn't dare to let his guard down, concentrating on dealing with the doll's attack. The two engaged in a fierce battle in the narrow space, their fists whistling and the doll's fragments flying everywhere.
After a fierce battle, Li Qiankun finally found the doll's weakness and punched it hard on the chest. This time, the doll finally couldn't withstand the huge force and shattered.
After Li Qiankun swiftly and precisely cleared away the flower-like dolls that Ma Xianhong had meticulously arranged at the furnace, he took a deep breath and, with a determined gaze, walked towards the furnace, a symbol of Ma Xianhong's ambition and hope. Each step he took was steady and powerful, as if declaring war on some unknown force.
"It's time to end this," Li Qiankun whispered. His hands quickly gathered Qi, transforming it into a powerful wave of force that struck the massive furnace. With a deafening roar, the furnace began to tremble, then collapsed with a loud bang, turning into a pile of scrap metal and debris.
Meanwhile, not far away, Ma Xianhong single-handedly resisted the siege of five temporary workers. His divine power, a hundred-fold refinement of creation, was like an endless treasure trove. A myriad of mechanical creations continuously attacked from all directions, interweaving with the temporary workers' attacks in a complex web of battle. Despite the tense situation, Ma Xianhong remained calm and composed, each counterattack perfectly timed to prevent him from losing ground.
However, at this moment, the deep and powerful voice of the clarinet penetrated the clamor of the battlefield and reached Ma Xianhong's ears: "Ma Xianhong, your stove is being smashed to pieces by Zhang Chulan!"
These words struck Ma Xianhong's heart like a hammer. He froze, a flicker of disbelief and panic in his eyes. The Self-Cultivation Furnace—that ray of hope he had expended countless efforts and sweat to build—was his only hope for regaining his lost memories and family. Now, he was told it was about to be destroyed. How could he accept this?
"Impossible! He can't even think about it!" Ma Xianhong roared, and his chemical ability burst out instantly, temporarily breaking through the obstruction of the black tube and Feng Baobao, and rushed towards the place where the furnace was placed like an arrow.
When he arrived breathlessly at the scene, all he saw was the shambles of the Xiu Shen furnace. Debris scattered across the ground, the glory and hope of the past vanished into thin air. Ma Xianhong's heart seemed consumed by the ruins. He stood there, stunned, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.
At that moment, a familiar figure entered his sight—Xia Liuqing from the Quanxing Organization. Xia Liuqing's face was filled with fury, his eyes blazing with fire as he stared intently at Ma Xianhong. "Ma Xianhong, how dare you capture my beloved Mei Jinfeng! Today is your end!"
Ma Xianhong looked at Xia Liuqing coldly, a disdainful smile on his lips: "Just you? And your helpers?"
Before he could finish his words, a burly, dark-skinned foreigner emerged from the shadows. It was none other than Xia Liuqing's hired helper, Barron Grylls. Barron's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he exuded a dangerous aura. He silently approached Ma Xianhong's Liuhe Pearl and, with a few maneuvers, easily destroyed it.
At the same time, Feng Baobao also joined the battle. Together with Baron, she used her own Qi to blast the Divine Machine Stealing Beast. This sudden change caught Ma Xianhong off guard. He never expected that everything he had carefully arranged would be so easily shattered.
At that moment, Wang Ye, who had defeated Jin Yong, arrived on the battlefield. With a sharp gaze and a graceful figure, he instantly subdued Ma Xianhong with his chaotic golden watch. Ma Xianhong felt a powerful force binding him tightly, unable to move.
"Master Wang Ye, what do you mean?" Ma Xianhong asked strugglingly.
Wang did not answer, but turned to look at the temporary workers: "Everyone, does Nadutong intend to take Ma Xianhong's life?"
The temporary workers exchanged glances and shook their heads, indicating they had no such intention. Wang nodded, then attacked Ma Xianhong and neutralized the magical weapon. Seeing this, the others seized the opportunity and rushed forward, successfully subduing Ma Xianhong.
"Do you think you can stop me like this?" Ma Xianhong was pinned to the ground, but he remained unyielding. "I, Ma Xianhong, will never give up on making the furnace! Unless you kill me right now! That's my only hope!"
Looking at Ma Xianhong's determined eyes, Lao Meng couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy. He stepped forward and whispered, "Ma Xianhong, is this worth it? Risking your life for a stove?"
Ma Xianhong raised his head, a determined light flashing in his eyes: "It's worth it! As long as I can get my family and memories back, everything is worth it!"
Zhang Chulan listened to Ma Xianhong's words, feeling a mixture of emotions. He glanced at Feng Baobao, who had also lost her memory and her family. He wanted to ask Ma Xianhong further about his situation, but thinking of the conflict and misunderstanding between them, he swallowed his words.
Seeing Ma Xianhong being subdued, Xia Liuqing could no longer suppress his anger: "Ma Xianhong, tell me where Mei Jinfeng is! Otherwise, I will never let you go!"
Ma Xianhong sneered: "Do you think I will tell you? Go find it yourself!"
The matter finally came to an end. Wang Ye looked at Ma Xianhong and said in a complicated tone, "There is someone in your life who has a great influence on you. If you want to live a peaceful and stable life, it's best to stay away from this person."
Ma Xianhong's eyes flashed with confusion and bewilderment when he heard Wang Ye's words. But he didn't have time to think about Wang Ye's words, because he had already been injected with drugs by the Nadutong employee who had rushed over to hand over to the temporary workers, and he soon fell into a coma.
Watching Ma Xianhong being loaded onto a stretcher and transported to Beijing headquarters, Li Qiankun sighed softly. He understood Ma Xianhong's persistence and unwillingness, having experienced similar situations himself. But the difference was that he chose a different path—collaborating with Nadutong and pursuing answers and the truth in his own way.
"Actually, I want to help you, too," Li Qiankun muttered to himself, "but this world is too complicated. Everyone has their own stance and choices. All we can do is stick to our beliefs and keep going."
After saying this, Li Qiankun turned around and prepared to leave. He glanced at Zhang Chulan and said, "The mission is complete, so I'll withdraw first. I won't get involved in the final steps."
Zhang Chulan nodded in understanding. He knew that although Li Qiankun appeared cold and heartless on the surface, deep down he had his own principles and perseverance. He believed that one day in the future, Li Qiankun would find his own answers and the truth.
With Ma Xianhong's departure, the turmoil finally subsided. But it left an indelible mark on everyone's heart. They began to reflect on their choices and future, and how to uphold their beliefs and bottom line in this complex and ever-changing world.
Ma Xianhong's story has become an enduring mystery in their hearts. The young man, once filled with dreams and hopes, ultimately embarked on a road fraught with thorns and setbacks. What will his future hold? Will he be able to recover his lost memories and family? All of this remains uncertain.
But no matter what, they have made their own choices. In this world full of unknowns and challenges, they will continue to move forward, writing their own legends and stories in their own way.
Zhang Chulan watched the stretcher go by, his mind racing. He thought of Feng Baobao, the girl who had also lost her memory and her family. Was she also searching for her own answers and truth? Zhang Chulan secretly resolved that no matter how difficult the road ahead, he would stay by Feng Baobao's side, facing all difficulties and challenges together.
Meanwhile, at the distant Beijing headquarters, a meeting concerning Ma Xianhong's fate was quietly underway. Board members expressed their differing opinions, engaging in heated debate over how to proceed with Ma Xianhong's case. Ultimately, however, they reached a consensus: to temporarily imprison Ma Xianhong pending further investigation and trial.
For Ma Xianhong, this may be the darkest moment in his life.