The Lucky Wife Reborn In the 90s Era Has A Spatial Ability - Chapter 943 - Something is Wrong

“What I want, the Heavens shall not lack! ”

In Victorian England, occult practitioners and the Nightmen Police, who hunted occult practitioners, were at odds and engaged in a fight to the death. Legend has it that one of the occult practitioners was a mysterious merchant who ran the world’s largest underground black market in the occult arts, offering a variety of rare treasures. Word says that the Nightmen have a newly appointed young detective whose decisive actions have solved many cases, and occult practitioners are terror-stricken hearing his name.

Duan FeiZhou: Good, both are me.

He transmigrated to this era because he accidentally clicked on an email titled “Congratulations on your million dollar inheritance” and confusingly agreed to join the Nightmen’s side to fight against the occult practitioners.

Who knew that the next day he would inherit a mysterious inheritance from his uncle – the owner of the world’s most prominent black market of secret arts underground trading… This was a bit awkward.

Duan FeiZhou decided to stay away from the strife to avoid falling off the horse and became a salted fish.

On the one hand, crazy black market customers hope that the black market will close down as soon as possible. On the other hand, the Nightmen are negatively idle, hoping that he is quickly fired. However, the more he rushed customers, the more the business of the black market became red hot. The more negativity, the more he was promoted in the Nightmen.

Seeing that the double-sided was becoming a bigger hassle, he was afraid his mask would fall off..

The Scotland Yard’s NIghtmen Leader, code name Z, has white hair, blind eyes, mechanical prosthetics, metal spine, all from war damage; his hobby is hand-rolling cigars, and if he can not save the hostages, he will shoot them together with the criminals. His highest ideal in life is to exterminate all the occult practitioners in the world.

He thought he had a heart of gold with a painful past, but step by step, he was impressed and conquered by the new young Nightman… He also reformed him.

Until one day, he learned that the young man who tugged at his heartstrings was his lifelong enemy – the owner of the world’s largest underground black market for secret arts.

Z: Oh well.

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1. For two years, Mu Qinglin was worried about something, and often went to drink in Hongmen Alley, the unintentional East Street.
By chance, she conveniently rescued a little hedgehog with a plump mouth.
Coaxing her to go to school, accompanying her to grow up, smoothing out her hair in handfuls, this little hedgehog took a fancy to her, chased her with both soft and hard methods, and after smoothing out the things in her heart for her, vowed to stay with her for the rest of his life.
Later, he left her without any warning, and there was no news of her for many years.
2. In the years after the breakup, Zhou Yi walked tens of kilometers on the grassland thousands of miles away every day, protecting the wild animals and their habitats that might be killed at any time with his flesh and blood.
Brutal, dry, and unknown.
When he died again due to poor medical and equipment conditions, Zhou Yi, the deputy captain of the patrol team, decided to return to China to seek financial help.
In the drinking game with the leadership of the foundation, Zhou Yi was poured several glasses of white wine and used the excuse of going to the bathroom to induce vomiting.
Coming back and bumping into Mu Qinglin’s familiar face, Zhou Yi’s nerves were broken, and he subconsciously called her, “Sister——”
Mu Qinglin, who was the host and guest, was silent for a few seconds, then burst out laughing, “Who is Captain Zhou called?”
Zhou Yi came back to his senses, rubbed his face carelessly and said, “Sorry, I admitted the wrong person.”
The smile on Mu Qinglin’s face disappeared in an instant, and he couldn’t leave the wine all night afterwards.

It was night, Zhou Yi returned to the temporarily rented house exhausted, and when he came out of the shower, someone grabbed his wrist and clasped it behind his back.
Mu Qing, who smelled like alcohol, came up to him, gritted her teeth and asked, “Admit it?! Zhou Yi, it’s only been five years, how dare you forget me completely?!”
Zhou Yi pursed his lips tightly and dared not speak.
Over the years, she obviously misses the smell of this person crazily…
● 1v1, he, reunited after a broken mirror, with an age difference of 8 years
● Wildlife Ranger vs Investigative Reporter
● When I miss you, you are in my eyes, in my heart, and in my passionate life.

Content tags: Romance in the City, Reunion after a Broken Mirror, A Match Made in Heaven, The Proud Son of Heaven
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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.”