Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: Master and Servant (Moon Ticket Extra 3/6)

The Slave Brand Scroll—Wade had never considered such a method before. Imposing slave marks on these three soldiers to control their actions... Igna’s suggestion was indeed quite feasible.

Taking these three soldiers along would only be a burden; unlike Igna, for whom Wade was a liberator, to these soldiers, Wade was the enemy who had slain their commander and comrades. They had witnessed it with their own eyes.

However, Hayward’s one-on-one with Wallace wasn’t all that impressive—four attempts with only two successes, barely passing.

As for Chandler, Yao Ming’s senior, his overall ability wasn’t particularly strong. Though his defense was solid, it wasn’t invincible. Due to his physique, Chandler excelled in help defense and blocking, but when tasked with guarding one-on-one, his defensive skills weren’t top-tier.

Yet, oddly enough, in the bright daylight, Junyue had opened a large black umbrella, which struck me as peculiar.

Meanwhile, the doctor casually traced a circle in the air before him, and suddenly, a mirror-like screen materialized out of thin air.

Fang Zheng, who had long been dozing at the wheel, was startled awake by the noise. Through the rearview mirror, he realized the nobleman had finally returned, and without hesitation, he slammed his foot down on the accelerator.

Feng Xuanyin parted her crimson lips in surprise—she hadn’t expected them to be men of the Third Prince. She hadn’t even seen the Third Prince, Nan Xiaotian, at Nanmingye’s grand wedding.

Although the silver-white giant wolf’s massive size meant those aboard the cake pirate ship could only see its front, Smudge, using his Observation Haki to sense, detected something unusual.

The carriage moved slowly forward. Feng Xuanyin looked out the window but saw no sign of Lu Chengling.

Mo You’s heart skipped a beat as he spoke gravely, “Make that statement clear.” Stepping forward, he reached out to grab Kelly.

The system held a bleak outlook for the current Philadelphia 76ers. The Magic were at full strength, and if they couldn’t beat the depleted 76ers, Van Gundy might as well hang himself.

“Tch! You looked fierce just now, thought you were something special, but your martial arts are pathetic,” Jin Yiji sneered disdainfully.

Standing on the court, Leonard, facing Yuan Su’s soaring dunk over Deron, felt deeply shocked. He had never imagined witnessing such an exaggerated scene in a real game—but it had truly happened.

Turning his head upon hearing the words, Yuan Su saw Kobe Bryant holding a basketball, smiling warmly at him.

Feng Feifei’s face displayed the heroic spirit of a warrior who had become a hero at the Great Wall, gently stroking Lian Xianger’s head while feigning composure.

Following Jiajia past three dormitory buildings, Lu Fan spotted a young man in a white T-shirt waving to Jiajia beneath the fourth dormitory.

Approaching the penalty area, Xu Zhen first faked a move before kicking the ball out.

Lu Fan remained indifferent. Even if the children in this village were poorly educated and morally corrupt, stealing and pilfering, he wouldn’t bat an eye.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing buzzing filled the air. Yet, more captivating than the noise was a seven-colored light veil that appeared on Cao Wei’s body. The light was gentle but clung tightly to him.

Xia Yan also looked up and saw a nanny van stopping at the diagonally opposite cube.

“Holy Lord, as expected, those guys received the news and have all taken action,” a effeminate voice reported to King Jin Shangyu of the Beggar Saint Kingdom within the secret chamber. This was Jin Yilang, Jin Shangyu’s inner courtier, now dressed in splendid robes, far from the appearance of a eunuch and exuding the aura of a man of the underworld.

Mu Xichen stood shoulder to shoulder with him, pulling him swiftly into the tomb chamber. Behind the coffin, the fat man and Mu Xichen crouched silently, holding their breath to evade Zongzi’s pursuit.