Chapter 102: The Hand

Time slipped away moment by moment, unnoticed by those inside the delivery room, while those outside watched the rising sun with growing anxiety.

“Isn’t Qiaoling’s voice getting weaker?” Liu Jiazhu couldn’t help but grasp Liu Laogen’s hand and ask.

Liu Laogen tightened his grip on the cigarette holder, swallowed, and said, “You need to stay calm.”

“Should I go in and lend a hand?” Ma Hongying rubbed her hands together and asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Liu Laogen rolled his eyes.

The principle of “letting the tiger return to the mountain only to cause future trouble” was well understood by all. After all, this was a forbidden existence; even though I had forced him to relinquish his divine status, if he truly escaped, he would become a problem later on. So, although the current situation was troublesome, it was not entirely unexpected.

Now was the age of the internet—many had seen soldiers practicing military martial arts online, like military boxing and paired combat techniques. Watching those, everyone’s blood boiled with passion, wishing to master deadly skills. Even if they couldn’t kill, at least they wanted to learn how to protect themselves.

Upon seeing Zhou Fengchen enter the hotel, Yuan Wei accompanied Chen Siya, Chen Ma, and the mother and child of Weiyang inside.

One must understand that psychological profiling is not as simple as it appears; it requires extensive study, practice, and above all, insight. Falling short by even a little won’t do.

Watching the knight remain completely calm and unruffled made me feel increasingly embarrassed.

The next morning, Zheng Xudong received a call from Rashid about an important task and would not see him off. However, Rashid assured him not to worry and that he would remember the plans for establishing the shooting club. At the airport, he bid a reluctant farewell to Lanina with a lingering kiss before boarding the plane homeward.

Several Golden Core experts swiftly mobilized their spiritual energy, either stepping on flying swords or quickly forming magical seals. Spiritual energy surged wildly from within their bodies; their feet struck the ground, and their bodies shot forward like arrows released from a bow, crossing more than half the square in an instant and soaring into the void to intercept Jiang Haoran.

The fourth dish was pan-fried prawns, highlighting Tianjin cuisine’s skill at preparing both river and sea delicacies. The dish was visually appealing, glossy with oil, savory yet sweet, and exquisitely fragrant.

The jurisdiction of this barren field was unclear, with three parties disputing fiercely. They had no choice but to defer to their common superior, who promptly sent representatives.

At that moment, a peculiar vibration emanated from Han Xin’s spear, accompanied by a booming sound that blasted away numerous lightning bolts as thick as children’s arms.

At this point, the man was completely naked. The thing, seemingly frightened by Nate, had shriveled into a pitiful, ugly remnant resembling dried orange peel—too short even to flick.

“I…” Ye Mang’s neck flushed red, but no words came out. He glared at Pan Yuhong in anger and humiliation but was restrained and unable to move. He felt utterly stifled, yet there was nothing he could do—held captive, powerless.

“Good.” Mu Qingyu’s large hand stroked Qing Hong’s long hair. He nodded lightly, then strode without looking back toward the lottery drum where Huo Xi was.

Moreover, the maid was from the Fenghua Courtyard; Mu Qingyu was even more determined to bring her along. He wanted to see Shen Wei’s face when she saw this, flushed with fury.

A furious roar burst from his chest, awakening many warriors still half-unconscious.

Poor Pan Yuhong was no match for Feng Yixiang, who immediately tackled her onto the large bed and began kissing her wildly; Feng Yixiang’s clothes vanished from her body in an instant.

In the hall, Qian Meiyue sat solemnly in the place of honor, receiving reports from her subordinates and pondering silently.

Though his expression revealed little shock, deep in his heart, Ye Fantian developed a terrifying awareness of Taiyizi’s formidable strength.