Chapter 58: A Delayed Apology

Zhao Baitong was enduring the agonizing sensation when a knock sounded at the door.

The private doctor walked in carrying a medical kit, put on a pair of white gloves, and drew the medication with a syringe.

Ye Han touched Zhao Baitong's forehead with the back of her hand; her face was flushed, and her lips looked as though they had been stained with fresh blood.

Ye Han said, "We don't know what kind of drug the other party used. The private doctor is administering a commonly used antidote, and it will take ten minutes..."

As the stock solution injection was completed, Dr. Mika stared at the living subject on the experimental bench and said to Pullman beside him.

That shadow was none other than Akamaru, but it bypassed Inuzuka Kiba and bolted straight toward the barbecue. Having caught the aroma of such roasted meat for the first time, it could not help itself, throwing all consequences to the wind.

After arranging matters concerning the World Cup, John drove back to Purple Star Manor. Hollywood, much like any other city, was congested as hell during the morning and evening rush hours. He could only patiently steer his car forward at a crawl along with the flow of traffic; what else could he do? This traffic congestion problem would remain unsolved even twenty years later, or perhaps become even more severe.

"Phew! That scared me to death. I thought something terrible had happened. Fortunately, it was just a clash of true qi that the body couldn't withstand, which is why you vomited blood to harmonize the powerful impact between the two. Everything is fine now, except... it looks like you'll need to recuperate properly for a good while," Yuyao said, withdrawing her pulse-checking hand from Shufeng's wrist.

After all, having flown through the air for years, even without a navigation system, he could rely on his own experience and senses to steer toward a relatively safe location.

One must admit that the shadow-level tactical insights learned from Jiraiya, combined with Chiba's own wicked ideas, indeed often produced unexpected results when put together.

The so-called drawing of talismans was quite similar to drawing lots. The talismans were all folded up and placed inside a bamboo tube, and customers could draw one for ten yuan.

"Those three are hardly a match for me. Although it took a bit of effort, the outcome was the same, and besides, they brought it upon themselves," the enchantress said lightly.

He received an order from the company's president instructing him to go to the theater to find an extra named Nana and escort her to the American headquarters.

The next instant, a yellow hundred-year spirit ring and a purple thousand-year spirit ring rose slowly into the air, spinning continuously and radiating the glow of spirit rings.

Lin Yuxuan's thoughts were exposed by Wu Kail right in front of everyone, and a blush rapidly spread across her crystal-clear face, so mortified that she wished a crack would open up in the ground for her to crawl into. At a loss, she lowered her head and nervously twirled the hem of her clothes.

However, having learned her lesson the hard way last year, she refrained from refuting her mother-in-law's words in front of the sixth aunt, choosing instead to acquiesce obediently without asking to be excused.

Elder Ye sighed, remarking that the facilities and equipment here were undoubtedly top-tier in the country, and to witness such a modernized incubation base in his lifetime left him with no regrets.

By this time, three days had passed, and more than half the journey was behind them. Li Xun had already crossed the Heavenly Star Sea, skirted the periphery of the Mingxin Sword Sect, and after one more day of flight, he would reach the territorial waters of the Xingji Sword Sect.

That was how things were nowadays—people bullied the weak and feared the powerful, especially those with powerful backers. Presumably, that incident involving Young Master Xiang had already made his notorious reputation spread far and wide.

Blood mist filled the sky. Once the formidable red-haired demon's protective defense was stripped away, a joint strike by Ye Han and Feng Qing'er blasted it into fine powder.

The news brought by this family member was hardly favorable. The ocean vessel booked by the Gu family had inexplicably malfunctioned that very morning and was unable to set sail. According to the repair technicians, since it was already winter, repairs would be difficult and had to be postponed until the following spring.

Before long, the furious and alarmed Data monster inside the iron cage quieted down, seeming entirely captivated by the dazzling dance, allowing the minotaur to continue pulling the iron cage.

"Since Wei Feng has already formed a blood feud with our manor, does Father really think he can be put to use by us?" Ling Wei asked in astonishment.