Chapter 17: Truly at Odds with the Dog

On the way to the hospital, I called Chen Qingchuan, but no one answered, so I gave up. The young man in black made no move to attack, and the old man with empty hands did not seek help; one was still, the other poised, while only the beast’s roaring gradually faded into a low whimper.

He still hadn’t awakened any new magical abilities, which plunged him into deep self-doubt and denial.

Yet his breathing was strong and steady, not at all like someone suffering from any illness. Feng Wuchen reached out to take his pulse—it was solid and forceful, even better than his own. He couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

On the contrary, this only made Li Daming bolder. It turned out that, no matter how high their status or power, alone, these people amounted to nothing more than mere mortals. Without rules and constraints, they were insignificant, not worth a hair.

Then, Chen Rui fetched the prepared elixirs from the fat man—a bottle of Spirit-Calming Pills, which he’d previously instructed Dai Xiahui to concoct. Taking one in advance not only protected against all poisons, but also stabilized the soul, making it perfect to counter the soul-capturing demon’s sorcery.

Li Daming was also weighing his options. He regretted not taking action earlier, missing the chance to end Song Qi’s miserable life.

Liu Qingshan nodded helplessly, but insisted on personally accepting Zhou Xiaodong’s apology. Knowing Liu Qingshan’s sense of proportion, the others did not object and agreed to his request.

Strolling along the mountain path, Feng Wuchen and his companions chatted and laughed, unhurried and unaffected by the foul weather, with no intention of seeking shelter from the rain.

He began by brandishing a knife smeared with ketchup to intimidate the opposition, counted down, and then had the whole force charge. While their opponents were still hesitating, they pressed in and scattered them. The Employment Department had the numbers; if one wave wasn’t enough, the plan called for three assaults in total.

Her temperament was exceptionally fiery. She had designed for many luxury brands but always worked alone, without even the simplest studio, doing everything strictly according to her own preferences.

He Weichang’s eyes lit up at this and he turned to Sima Jian. “When do we leave?” His urgency was plain to see.

There was nothing to be done—wanting to upgrade skills while keeping the integration rate was exactly the kind of loophole the system would never allow.

Thus, their back-and-forth was filled with empty talk. She’d tried hinting in every way, but perhaps her approach was too clumsy; in the end, she still couldn’t resolve her doubts.

It was odd—Tom had always been a particularly sensible child, never clinging to anyone except Worry.

As a wife, she was already worried and upset enough that her husband was in so much trouble, yet she still had to turn around and comfort everyone else. The psychological strain was immense.

Now, however, she had been trampled into the mud, her arms broken, forced to watch her kin slaughtered one after another, her last breath snuffed out in despair.

Li Jiayu wasn’t sure if she wanted to listen. She’d learned bits and pieces from Duan Weiqi about what happened back then. But hearing it from those involved was another matter. She admitted to a certain curiosity, but she was reluctant to absorb any more negativity.

The trolls were products of the GRT—G-virus. Prolonged fighting would only make them evolve. This benefitted Luo Tianhuan’s group not at all. Luo planned to use the Shattered Void Light Slash to strip the trolls’ armor and control them, leaving the rest to his team for the final attack.

On their way to school, they picked up Old Cheng and Zhou Jing—now known as Qi Tianyou—as well.

“What? You want me to hide inside that thing’s stomach?” Han Chen shivered at the sight of the worm’s greasy, bloated body. “I’m a divine phoenix!” he grumbled.

Seeing the walls of the Xiongnu camp begin to tremble, Lujia did not feel fear; instead, he broke into laughter.

Chen Yu’s brow creased. He had used at least sixty or seventy percent of his strength with that punch, fully expecting to flatten the arrogant man before him in a single blow. Yet the other had blocked it with sheer physical might. No wonder he’d defeated A Da and the others with ease; clearly, he was no ordinary foe.

Liyue blinked her eyes, watching how Li Ran and Mo Jue interacted, as if she suddenly understood something.

His words were vague, but their meaning was clear enough for the knights to grasp.

Just as he was shouting, targeting Youtara’s ample chest and swearing to flatten her alluring peaks into a forgotten plain, a loud creak echoed. The entire Illusory Demon Mirror realm shuddered violently.

Qin Zheng was not present. After considering for a moment, Yin An mounted his frost wolf and rode into the forest. Soon, he arrived at the Five-Colored Pool, where numerous disciples sat cross-legged on white jade platforms, meditating with solemn expressions. Only a few waiting on the shore cast respectful glances his way.

The surveillance cameras had caught a clear shot of Lord Man’s face, but inside the hood, everything was in darkness. Coulson said they’d have to process the footage further to see what could be recovered.

After a quick shower and a meal, I went upstairs to catch up on sleep and called my master to tell him about what had happened this time.

“Do we have any style requirements for our house?” Lele asked. Yao Yao, also an advanced AI, served as deputy director of the construction department.

This Zuo Fan’s repeated slapping and pinching was pure madness—utterly incurable.