Affinity: Chaos - Chapter 175: The Pants Thief

Chen Nuo had transmigrated to the Primordial World and surprisingly opened a shop right next to Patriarch Bodhi’s Taoist temple.Unexpectedly, the first visitor wasn’t Patriarch Bodhi, but a monkey, who traded three strands of its fur for a plate of egg-fried rice, then its eyes emitted golden lights!From then on, there was no more Great Sage Equalling Heaven Sun Wukong, only the Godly Chef Sun Wukong!Buddhism was utterly baffled, what was this situation, where was my Journey to the West, where was the grand flourishing of Buddhism?Haotian was utterly baffled, “Fuck, where is everyone? How come there’s no one in the vast Heavenly Court?”The immortals: “Who’s still in Heavenly Court now? Of course, we’re all going to eat!”

[Witty and Sarcastic Prosecutor × Brooding and Poison-Tongued Diplomat]Ever since she became a prosecutor, Jiang Tong has been living her comfortable little life. But one day, everything went terribly wrong. Not only was her case dismissed in court, but she also had to deal with a new neighbor who seemed to be nothing but trouble.She was just bringing a little pup home for the night, planning to play some games and relieve her stress, when she saw a complaint letter on her boss's desk. Jiang Tong couldn't bear it any longer and kicked open the neighbor's door, furiously pointing at the man in front of her: “What exactly did I do to provoke or hurt you?”But she didn’t expect to be cornered against the wall. Bo Nan smiled, his eyes full of intensity: “Yes, you hurt me, not planning to take responsibility?”Jiang Tong slowly took out a notebook, flipped through the pages, and said, “Then tell me which number you are, let me check.”Bo Nan: “???”This story is about both parties being devoted, one-on-one, an exhilarating read with a happy ending.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.