The icy disdainful words reached Ling Chen’s ears. He slowly lifted his head, looking at Jiang Hanlin who stood tall and proud across from him, a faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth, revealing teeth stained red with blood—feral, horrifying, like a wild beast that had just awakened.
Jiang Hanlin turned his back, unwilling to glance at Ling Chen again, his tone indifferent: "Hand him over to you. He’s not worthy of dying by my hand."
Hearing this, Jiang Han imdiately leaped forward, eyes alight with bloodthirsty excitent, and chuckled coldly: "Dad, let do it. I’ve long wanted to slaughter this guy myself." As he spoke, he extended his hand and soone imdiately handed him a sharp dagger.
Seeing Jiang Han approach step by step, Nanrong Wanqing bit her silver teeth and imdiately rushed forward, arms wide open, blocking Jiang Han.
"You’re not allowed to touch him."
"Cousin, you’d better step aside; I don’t want to hurt you."
Nanrong Wanqing shook her head, her gaze resolute.
"Wanqing, move. He can’t kill yet."
Ling Chen’s weak voice ca through, and Nanrong Wanqing couldn’t help but look back. She saw him leaning on the wall with one hand, struggling to stand up. However, his trembling legs didn’t even have the strength to remain steady. After a great effort to stand halfway, he imdiately collapsed back to the ground.
Seeing his struggle, her lips lightly pursed with a hint of reproach in her beautiful eyes—as if to say, still trying to act tough in this state.
Turning her gaze away, Nanrong Wanqing faced Jiang Han and said, "Let him go. I’ll stay behind."
"It’s too late!" Jiang Han, impatient, reached out to push Nanrong Wanqing to the side. Seeing his hand coming, without thinking, Nanrong Wanqing pushed back imdiately, making a last-ditch effort.
But then, an astonishing scene unfolded. During their shoving match, Jiang Han couldn’t withstand Nanrong Wanqing’s strength and was directly pushed several ters away, then fell backward, landing on the ground with a thud.
At this, everyone present was stunned; their looks towards Jiang Han were filled with mockery, derision, and helplessness.
His father, Jiang Hanlin, possessed great strength, commanding respect from warriors far and wide, yet his son was so useless he couldn’t even handle a woman who was weak as a chicken, and to make matters worse, was pushed to the ground—a total embarrassnt.
Among all the people present, probably only Ling Chen knew the truth. He too had seen what happened just now, and without a doubt, it must have been the function of the exoskeleton armor. The exoskeleton armor Nanrong Wanqing wore had been specially modified to reduce combat ability to prevent accidental harm when she used it. Even so, this suit of exoskeleton armor was not sothing ordinary people could contend with, especially not Jiang Han, who was just an average man.
If he had known this would happen, he should have borrowed a few standard versions of the exoskeleton armor from the General. With that high-tech assistance, he wouldn’t have lost so miserably.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Jiang Han had already stood up from the ground. Feeling the mocking gazes of the crowd, Jiang Han’s cheeks were burning with sha and discomfort. Having been pushed to the ground by a woman was too humiliating; how could he ever hold his head up in the Jiang Family again?
Thinking this, rage surged within him, drowning out his rationality. He roared and raised the dagger in his hand to stab at Nanrong Wanqing.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
Two voices rang out at once, one was Jiang Kun’s, and the other was naturally Ling Chen’s.
However, Jiang Han, consud by rage, seed not to hear the reprimands from both n, and his speed did not decrease as he lunged at Nanrong Wanqing.
The cold light flickered, alarmingly conspicuous in the dark night. Nanrong Wanqing almost instinctively raised her arms, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, not daring to look.
A second went by.
Nanrong Wanqing found herself unhard, but beside her ca a heavy breathing sound. She turned her gaze in surprise and saw that Ling Chen had appeared behind her at so mont, his eyes blood-red, one hand tightly grasping Jiang Han’s wrist, gasping for breath.
"I told you to stop, didn’t you hear?" Ling Chen’s voice was low, heaving for breath like a bull, as if he had used up all his strength.
"You..."
Jiang Han stared at him in shock and rage, about to speak, but at that mont, Ling Chen’s hand suddenly exerted force, viciously twisting the wrist he was holding, and the dagger gripped in Jiang Han’s hand imdiately switched direction, slashing towards his own throat.
Seeing the uncontrollable dagger closing in on a vital point, Jiang Han’s face turned deathly pale. No longer caring about being ridiculed, he urgently called for help: "Dad, save !"
Swoosh!
As soon as the words were uttered, a cold star shot through the air, accurately striking the dagger, which imdiately flew out of his hand.
Following that, the cold star surged forward, from top to bottom, lightly flicking, and drew a long slash across Ling Chen’s chest, spattering blood, staining his shirt red.
Gazing at the wound on his chest, Ling Chen’s expression was stern, as if he felt no pain, and he strode towards Jiang Hanlin, his steps firm, his sharp eyes showing no sign of flinching.
"How reckless!"
Hearing Jiang Hanlin’s cold mockery, Ling Chen grinned, lightly saying, "Not necessarily." Having said that, he lifted his arm and swallowed the bottle of blue liquid he held tight in his palm.
Earlier, when he was holding hands with Nanrong Wanqing, he had taken the opportunity to unlock Mr. Yun’s tal box with her fingerprint, inside which was hidden a bottle of blue liquid. He wasn’t sure what effects it would have, so he dared not consu it lightly.
At this mont, he had no other choice.
...
In Yangcheng, in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.
A middle-aged man with a composed deanor sat on the leather sofa, holding a cup of freshly brewed fragrant tea in his hand.
In one corner of the room were several computers and devices, with five suit-clad employees seated in front of the computers, quietly watching the screens, seemingly waiting for sothing.
Suddenly, an external device connected to a laptop lit up with an indicator.
Instantly, everyone sprang into action, rapidly typing on the keyboards, their eyes fixed on the leaping numbers on the screens, their expressions tense. At the sa ti, a young man walked over to the middle-aged man and said with a slight bow, "Boss, it’s started."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man imdiately stood up and walked behind the row of working staff.
"The test subject has successfully ingested the drug, the nanochip is activated."
"Drug integration level 80 percent... 90 percent... 92 percent... 95 percent..."
As the percentage numbers climbed higher and higher, the brightness in the middle-aged man’s eyes grew more intense.
"Integration level 99 percent!"
Once the number was confird, the middle-aged man couldn’t help but clench his fist, a hint of a triumphant smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"How are the test subject’s vital signs?" he asked.
"Body temperature increased by 100 percent, heart rate increased by 60 percent... The test subject is currently normal, vital signs stable."
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