Volume One Chapter 61: Intolerable Bullying

The child began to cry, covering his face, and his mother, forced to swallow her grievances, could only hold him close and leave. The Prince of Jin nudged with the hilt of his sword, but Zixuan gripped the shard of porcelain so tightly that his action merely caused it to pierce the back of her hand, failing to dislodge the fragment from her grasp.

I only murmured, “It’s nothing,” then continued to look at her. My vision blurred; it was as though I had slipped into a dream. In my eyes, she became unreal, like a scene from a film.

Yang Wang’s arm was locked too tightly, and Long Chen, already wounded, couldn’t muster a word or move at all. His expression was dazed. He was clever enough to realize, in an instant, that he had been thoroughly outplayed by Yang Wang.

“Since it’s a master’s gift to his disciple, then I’ll accept it,” Chen Feng grinned, reaching out to take the bodhi seed. After all, having it meant he could throw it away if he wished; he wouldn’t eat it, but he certainly wouldn’t let someone so arrogant have it.

Soon after, we were to go out for a meal. When it was over, I would be heading to the port with Damao and the others. At that moment, Rou’s melancholy at our impending separation was palpable, and I could feel it keenly.

She looked straight at me and finally said, “Where shall we talk?” She actually agreed to meet with me. It was odd; I hadn’t held out much hope, yet she had said yes.

Seeing him like this, Gong Ping’s wariness melted away. She was convinced he could no longer stir up any trouble.

Though I had never tasted such a thing before, I could tell it must be some kind of foreign liquor. But the taste was truly awful—far worse than Niulan Mountain’s Erguotou, by a long shot.

Hua Shao wouldn’t believe it; with the tip of his shoe, he nudged the face of the War God, testing whether he was truly passed out from drink.

On deck, Nicole Robin was drenched in sweat, exerting her Flower-Flower Fruit powers to steady the entire ship.

Suddenly, the tumultuous sea fell still, as if the entire scene had been paused. Seabirds, once darting wildly, hung motionless in midair. Sea monsters, half risen from the waves, were frozen in place, their enormous eyes still fixed hungrily on the delicious birds above.

Then, with a thunderous roar from within Bai Mo’s body, the eighty-first acupoint was completely blasted open.

“Really?” Big-Mouth Kid’s face lit up in delight, and, as though afraid the Magpie Queen would change her mind, he immediately cried, “Just watch, sister, I won’t let you down!” With that, he leapt in the direction of her gaze.

Yet Zhao Zhen’s words were not entirely unfounded; in fact, during his wild days, the original host had truly overheard those exact words in a tavern.

That sudden clap startled Dongqing Nation so much he thought he’d seen a ghost; his flabby flesh quivered wildly. Only when he turned around did he realize it was Coach Kataoka.

“Summon”—the word itself carried a peculiar undercurrent. But with one being the fearsome Number Zero and the other the former top officer of the Central State’s Transfer Bureau, no one present dared voice their wild guesses aloud.

At first, the Hungry Wolves didn’t go looking for trouble with Mino, and so knew nothing of the Sound Nest organization, nor did Giss.

Cloaked in the scent of medicine, Zhao Zhen’s story about Han Shizhong and the others being injured during training, requiring a doctor’s care, seemed all the more plausible.

Bai He and the others edged closer, wanting to get a better look, but after a long while, all they saw was Lian Mushi’s face, which they loathed beyond measure.