Liam replied, "... Aren't you guys annoyed by what he's saying?"
Leah chimed in, "We were irritated before, but seeing such a young child, it doesn't matter anymore."
Caleb nodded, "Bro, didn't you used to say you wouldn't pick on the old, weak, sick, or disabled? You've finally become the person you despise the most..."
Liam: ...
Receiving disapproving glances from his teammates, Liam looked puzzled.
Wait, how did this become solely his fault?!
Weren't they all thinking this brat deserved a good telling off?!
"Little one, could you tell me your name?" Diana bent down slightly, revealing a warm smile towards the little kid, a touch of gentleness on her stunning face.
The little kid with watery eyes, facing this close-up beauty, felt his young heart struck by a sudden charm.
For a moment, he imagined a pair of immaculate wings sprouting behind Diana.
She was radiating light!
He thought, an angelic
Checking it, it was Colin. Diana answered with some confusion, "Colin, what's going on?" "Diana, you need to come back." Diana asked, "What happened?" "This time Ben messed up big time. Dad is furious and went to personally deal with him. Ben might be in deep trouble." Uh... Holding the phone, Diana recalled the negative news about Ben these past few days. In her previous life, she remembered Ben being brought back by his father once. Recalling Ben's miserable appearance, Diana couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. With the matter blown up to this extent, Ben probably had already learned his lesson and started reflecting, right... She furrowed her brows and climbed off John's lap. In a hurry, she was about to head home. John looked at her, asking, "Are you going back?" "Yeah, sweetheart, it's a matter of life and death. We'll have to postpone our sleepover to next time!"
"Still not admitting your mistake?!" "I just admitted it a moment ago!" "When did you admit it? Who are you trying to deceive?" James was getting even angrier. Listening to the cryptic exchange between the two, Diana was becoming more and more bewildered. Indeed, when her dad reprimanded them, he never made any sense. James lifted his hand, seemingly about to take action, when his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a tender, gentle hand. He turned his head and saw Diana, her big eyes wide open, staring at him intently. "Hey, Diana, let go. I'm really going to teach this little troublemaker a lesson today!" "Dad... please don't be like this. You're so fierce, and I'm a bit scared..." Diana's expression revealed a hint of fear. Observing this, James's hand tensed. "What are you afraid of? I'm not angry with you..." "Dad, can you just calm down for a moment?" Diana held onto James
"That suits me just fine." Andrew's lips curved into a faint smile as he kissed Tony's lips. The taste of tobacco mixed with the freshly showered scent clung to him, like some kind of catalyst. Their bodies started to heat up. Andrew's hand firmly, yet not harshly, gripped his neck, making him lie back on the couch, and he kissed him passionately. His other hand wrapped around Tony's waist. Tony gazed upward. Upon an exquisitely refined face, a hint of watery shimmer danced in the eyes. Tony slightly inclined his body, reaching out with a touch of impatience to clasp his wrist. The two of them created a small distance between each other. "Just now, your phone seemed to receive a message..." Tony extended a hand and retrieved the phone that Andrew had casually discarded nearby. Andrew raised his head, stealing a glance at it. Upon seeing the displayed contacts, his gaze paused for
"Really?" Diana smirked, flipping her hair with a hint of pride. "But that move relies on the slope. I'm not sure if it'll be limited by the terrain..." Misoup contemplated for a moment. "If that's the case, Madam, I can help." "Help me? How?" Misoup produced a small wrench. "Modification." "You know how to modify vehicles?!" Excitement flickered in Diana's eyes. Goodness! Was Misoup like a little angel sent by John? She must be! Watching Diana's delighted expression, Misoup blinked her large eyes, lost in thought. Modifying the motorcycle... It's somewhat similar to modifying weapons, right? ... After finishing her training, it was already late at night. Diana hopped onto her motorcycle, feeling satisfied after parting ways with Misoup, and began her journey home. While riding halfway, a sudden pang of hunger struck her. Diana parked her motorcycle next to a convenience s
A man, dressed in a black overcoat, stepped out of the car. His skin was still exceptionally fair, yet it did nothing to diminish his commanding presence. His exquisitely handsome face held a pair of melancholic eyes, resembling a tranquil sea shimmering with moonlight. Perfect features and a noble demeanor. Like a Greek sculpture, every detail was flawlessly chiseled. Upon spotting the small figure on the steps, he spoke in a calm voice. "Kevin." "Yosef!" Kevin stood up from the steps, using his short legs to rush over and embrace Yosef's knees. Yosef glanced at him. "Are you hungry?" He hadn't eaten since morning, most likely. "Not hungry, a lady got me some sandwiches!" Kevin exclaimed. Yosef furrowed his attractive brows. "Haven't I told you that free things are often the most dangerous?" "It's not free!" Kevin looked up with sparkling eyes. "I traded something with you for these sand
Before, it had seemed like John was a Werewolf. Now, why did it feel like there was another supernatural creature right next to him?! Werewolf versus Vampire! So chilly! "It's been a while, John Matthews," Yosef remarked, resting one hand on the back of the couch behind him, speaking slowly. His voice was subdued, even carrying a touch of warmth, yet oddly laced with a hint of threat. John's gaze remained unwavering. "You sure are at ease, coming to Cloud City and daring to show up right under my nose." Yosef toyed with the bones in his pinky finger. "Could it be that you're planning to take my life in front of everyone?" "Can't say for sure," John replied in a measured tone. As his words hung in the air, the bodyguards surrounding Yosef immediately tensed. Kirin's eyes revealed a coldness, his fists involuntarily clenching. And behind John, Xavier's hand hovered over his gun, his focus intense on Yosef. A wild instinct
Soon, the three sets of matches concluded, leaving only the final group stage. As the camera switched, it scanned over the four motorcyclists poised for action. When one particular figure came into view, John's usually icy gaze faltered for a moment. Frank stared at the names of the participants above, his thoughts filled with doubts. Is the third one that Red Rose? Her physique seemed quite impressive, but compared to the several burly contestants beside her, she appeared lacking in strength. How could John have chosen her? Could it be that John has also become shallow, picking based on figure alone?! At this moment, a gunshot from the referees on the field resounded. The four motorcycles on the field shot forward like arrows released from a bow. This was the last spot for the championship contender, intensifying the atmosphere on the field. Leading the pack was a well-known female rider, "Silver Fox."
John remained steadfast, his gaze fixed on the giant screen, his expression stern. "She'll be here soon." Back on the stage. Diana crouched on her motorcycle, stealing a brief glance at the woman beside her. Following the previous group's order, she was next to the "black widow." Neither of them exchanged words, yet an unusual tension lingered between them. A sharp "bang" echoed! The referee's starting gun went off. Diana revved her engine, ready to charge forward, when she noticed the "black widow" next to her suddenly veer her front wheel! Oh no! In the blink of an eye, Diana skillfully maneuvered to avoid colliding with her tire. If she had crashed into her just now, as per the rules, she might have been penalized for intentional collision, leading to disqualification! After that brief meal, Diana instantly fell behind the other three, finding herself at the back of the group.