Chapter 142: Extorting and Suckers

Ding! Ding! Ding!

With every tap of his cane on someone's head, the Gentleman Penguin's victim would grow dazed, even drooling at the corners of their mouth.

They looked like complete fools.

"Tell me, who are you? How did you come to have my label's aura?"

The Gentleman Penguin stood as usual on his question-mark treasure chest, his black-and-white feathers glossy and sleek, his suit still perfectly tailored, not a thread out of place.

Liu Yang still felt a lingering unease—he had personally modified this first animal, and he'd been looking forward to seeing what kind of eggs the chicken-duck beast would lay.

Though the rocket and catapult assaults shocked the rustic soldiers of the Xialiantra Kingdom, under Batzi's command, the Xialiantra defenders still bravely charged forward—after all, the young Xialiantra Kingdom still possessed a strong martial spirit.

This year, Shi Lei's prestige was even higher: the Celtics had not only prepared a dedicated conference room for Shi Lei's interviews, but their head coach and all three "Big Three"—including the suit-clad Garnett—appeared without exception on CCTV5's cameras.

Yet none of this compared to the shock felt by the Argentine player defending Shi Lei, especially Ginóbili, his former teammate who knew him best and had interacted with him the most.

Everyone froze, staring blankly upward at the colossal beast—the King of Monsters, Godzilla. No Japanese person failed to recognize it, but to see it suddenly appear before them, in real life, even the Japanese, with their twisted nerves, could not bear it.

In the final game of the second round of last season's playoffs, Shi Lei risked his reputation by turning himself into a "big mouth" to relieve team pressure and pursue victory—how could the Celtics allow such a thing to happen again?

The demonic beast had no eyes, no nose—only a mouth beyond imagination, and the earth itself was its body.

When the battle spirit fused with the holy body, a purple sword lotus slowly bloomed beside Beiming Yanling, and the entire space was instantly filled with slashing sword qi.

Jiang Chuan, Xu Ning, Zheng Kui, and others had spent years traveling with Wang Ze on campaigns east and west, and had not seen Wang Yong in years; now they were all too overcome with emotion to speak coherently.

When he heard Zhang Yunhan's voice, he was startled, freezing motionless atop her smooth body.

Ye Rong suddenly heard Lin Shi's trembling voice; her previously foggy mind instantly cleared. She turned her cold, icy gaze on Lin Shi and spoke slowly, word by word: "Mother! I hate Ye Zhen! I hate her deeply!" As she spoke, she recalled the humiliation she had just endured, clenched her fists tightly, and wished to inflict every bit of it upon Ye Zhen.

"Hah, don't call me Brother Lin—no matter what, you'll always be my boss." Lin Hai said this deliberately, emphasizing the words "boss" with extra weight.

Liang Yan, angered by Li Zixiao, turned her head to look out the car window; though her face was filled with displeasure, a faint smile lingered at her lips.

A chill ran down her back—the unmistakable feel of his luxury car. Lin Xiaohuan stared blankly, utterly confused. What had she done? She had no idea.

At this moment, Liu Wei seemed to be losing his grip; he let out a low growl, lay motionless in his seat, and his suit in front of him remained perfectly still.

Xixi knew full well her feelings for Han Siyou—why then did she conspire with them to deceive her? If she truly believed it, wouldn't she break up with Han Siyou?

In the end, the black stones lost, the white stones won—the board layout was identical to Qiuli'er's game.

"Get in." Coincidentally, Qian Qiyue had been gloomy these past few days—perfect chance to take out her frustration on someone who deserved it. Since Yang Jiahua had acted that way, she no longer needed to hold back—she'd give them what they deserved, say what needed saying. After tonight, it was bridge to bridge, road to road.