Chapter 164: Tear Gas

The data stopped abruptly right there. Frowning, Shi Yi tucked the paper back into the file envelope and returned it to its original place.

Looking at those figures, she roughly understood that, to put it bluntly, there was no special relationship between Subject 01 and Sister Bing.

Subject 01 was essentially like an extraterrestrial being, devoid of human emotions yet possessing a divine, god-like compassion.

It was impossible for him to develop feelings for Sister Bing, but she wondered what prompted Sister Bing...

Ai Cang looked around in a flustered manner, then turned his gaze toward Yiyao and Jingwei. As both of them nodded slightly at him, he had no choice but to use his spiritual power to forcibly break the formation set up by the Demon Qi King Langya.

The only pity was that the cultivation technique still had many unclarified details, and Professor Shen had also noted within it that certain key points remained unresolved.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Nanny Wang couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Ignoring the servant women, she pulled a chair over, sat down, and drew a silver ingot from her bodice, slamming it down with a loud clatter onto the table where the women were playing cards.

A stir rippled through Bai He's mind. Searching carefully, he discovered a "channel" on the fate mark across his chest—a channel that allowed his spiritual awareness to pass through and extend into another world. With further perception, it felt as though there was still something he had failed to bring along.

"Whether we provoke enmity or not is not for you to decide. Who do you think you are?" Jingheng shouted sternly.

He narrowed his eyes, having long since heard that the Star-Moon Sect was entrenched in Jiangnan with immense influence; yet today, the Star-Moon Sect had sent merely a single person, and he was already nearly unable to match them.

Shimura Yo gave a nod. "Would you like to try my Kentucky Fried Chicken!?" With that, he produced a hamburger and a pair of chicken wings, handing them to Sarutobi Hiruzen.

At this moment, it was not just Gu Xuan whose eyes shone with curiosity; the expressions of Gu Xi, Gu Hao, and the others who accompanied them were also filled with wonder and an inexplicable fanaticism as they gazed at this exotic flower, unconsciously stepping closer to observe it.

"Oh, who is this?" The prison guard sneered as he looked at the bespectacled fat man. This man could hardly be called just fat anymore; although his stomach was large, beneath a thin layer of fat, his abdominal muscles were bulging—yet he still looked very heavy.

Long Feiteng immediately rushed out to summon a brother versed in medicine to enter and reset Li Yihang's fractured bone, apply the Restoration Sect's special ointment for knitting tendons and bones, and secure it with splints. Li Yihang did not make a single sound throughout the entire process, but his clothes were drenched through from the inside out.

Before the aftermath could dissipate, Han Pan's peripheral vision suddenly caught a flash of cold light. With a cold jolt in his heart, he swung his precious saber horizontally to the left to parry.

Arriving before the light barrier, the three of them tapped it lightly. This faint barrier looked extremely fragile, and in truth, it was; having been a barrier for over a thousand years, it was no small feat that it had managed to last until now.

With a soft pop, a door of air suddenly opened behind Bepo, and a hand reached out from within without any warning, directly grabbing the fur at the back of Bepo's neck and dragging him into the air door.

Daoist Master Yunmao found himself in a dilemma: what on earth was this Mengchen gourd selling? Yet now that everyone had arrived, he had no choice but to test the waters.

Guan Sheng's Green Dragon Crescent Blade clearly bespoke a powerful expert. Everyone knew that Lu Ping had always favored unorthodox methods, and now that he was going to spar with Guan Sheng, everyone's hearts were in their mouths.

Long Zhenhai followed his older brother's gaze and met those two icy stares, feeling as though a basin of ice-cold water had been poured over his head. He collapsed limply onto the ground.

That uncle was also silently counting the moves in his mind, knowing that ten moves had already passed. In truth, he had already displayed his full strength just now, but his opponent was far too slippery, like an eel, only grazing his clothes every single time.

"We need to leave right now!" Robert said, but seeing that Qin Yi in the driver's seat was nearly unconscious, he hurriedly moved her to the back seat, only to realize there was simply no time left.