Summoning the Holy Sword - Chapter 1040: Total Attack

(Mountain hunting + Animals + Rural Daily Life + Light Livestreaming + Farm Construction + Relaxed)Offline:“Who in Changbai Mountain doesn't know that this leopard is my underling? Ask anyone, they all know!”Livestream:“Let me make it clear beforehand, I have absolutely no ties with this leopard.”“It approached me on its own.”“I'm not familiar with it, really not familiar.”“You guys are slandering me, you're slandering me!”Viewers watching the leopard cozying up to the streamer:“With both human and leopard as witnesses, you still want to deny it?”“Go on, we're listening.”

“Teacher Zhu, the retake student from your class has arrived.”When the security guard brought Chen Nan to the entrance of Class One in the third grade, Zhu Keren's beautiful eyes instantly revealed a look of disbelief, but more than that, there was panic and unease.She hadn't expected that the young man she had encountered on the bus would turn out to be a student in her class.This made her scalp tingle, and she felt almost suffocated.After all, she was an advanced teacher at the school, whose reputation and teaching ability were well recognized.Yet previously, she had behaved like a slut, taking the initiative to grab Chen Nan's vital part, even seeking pleasure in her own private area.

Who said that Hollywood is the six gangsters in the world?

Who said that big stars are high above?

Who said that independent filmmakers can only survive in the cracks?

Dunn Walker, who likes to wear sunglasses, declares war on Hollywood!

“I want to single out Hollywood!”

Dunn raised Gal Gadot’s white chin with one hand, his eyes like torches.

- Description from novelbuddy

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.”