Chapter 142: Extortion and the Sucker

Ding! Ding! Ding!

With every tap of the Gentleman Penguin's cane on someone's head, the victim's expression would grow vacant, even drool dripping from the corner of their mouth.

They looked just like a complete fool.

"Tell me, who are you? Why do you carry the scent of my label?"

The Gentleman Penguin stood as always atop his Question Mark Treasure Chest, his black-and-white feathers sleek and lustrous, his suit as exquisite and impeccable as ever.

Li Yang still felt a bit uneasy; after all, this was the first animal he had modified, and he had been planning to see what kind of eggs that Chicken-Duck Beast would lay.

Although the assault of rockets and trebuchets greatly shocked the bumpkins of the Kingdom of Shalendra, under Baz's organization, the Shalendra defenders still bravely charged forward; at least the newly founded Kingdom of Shalendra possessed a strong martial spirit.

This year, Shi Lei's aura was even higher; the Celtics not only prepared a conference room specifically for Shi Lei to accept interviews, but the team's head coach and the "Big Three," including the suited and booted Garnett, all appeared without exception on CCTV-5's cameras.

Yet all of this paled in comparison to the shock in the hearts of the Argentine players defending Shi Lei, especially Guo Billi, his former teammate who knew Shi Lei best and had the most contact with him.

Everyone was stunned, raising their heads dazedly to gaze at the colossal creature in the distance, the Monster King Godzilla; probably no Japanese person didn't recognize him, but appearing suddenly before their eyes, in real life, even the perverted nerves of the Japanese could not bear it.

In the final game of the second round of last season's playoffs, Shi Lei staked his reputation, turning himself into a "big mouth" to share the burden with the team and pursue victory; how could the Celtics allow such a thing to happen again?

The demon beast had no eyes, no nose, only a mouth beyond imagination; the earth itself was its body.

When the War Soul and the Saint Body fused into one, a purple sword-lotus slowly bloomed beside Bei Mingyan Ling, and the entire space was instantly filled with sword qi.

Jiang Chuan, Xu Ning, Zheng Kui, and others had been busy following Wang Ze in campaigns east and west for several years, and had not seen Wang Yong for many years; now, each of them was so excited they could hardly speak for a long time.

When he heard Zhang Yunhan's voice, he was startled, lying motionless on Zhang Yunhan's smooth body.

Ye Rong suddenly heard Lin Shi's trembling voice; her previously muddled thoughts instantly cleared. She cast a cold, chilling gaze at Lin Shi and said word by word: "Mother! I hate Ye Zhen! I hate her so much!" After speaking, she remembered the humiliation she had just suffered, clenched her fingers tightly into a fist, and wished she could inflict all of this upon Ye Zhen.

"Haha, don't call me Brother Lin; from now on, no matter when, you are my big boss." Lin Hai said this deliberately, emphasizing the words "big boss" particularly heavily.

Liang Yan, angered by Li Zixiao, turned her head to look out the car window; although her face was covered with displeasure, a faint smile hung on the corners of her lips.

A chill ran down his back; that was the unique sensation of his luxury car. Lin Xiaohuan stood stunned, completely baffled. Had she done something? How did she not know?

At this moment, Liu Wei seemed unable to hold on any longer; he let out a low roar, lay motionless on the seat, and the suit in front of him also stopped moving.

Xixi knew her feelings for Han Siyou; why did she still conspire with them to deceive her like this? If she truly believed it, wouldn't she have separated from Han Siyou?

Finally, the black pieces lost and the white pieces won; the board layout was exactly the same as Qiu Li'er's game.

"Get in the car." Coincidentally, Qian Qiyue had been gloomy these past few days; meeting someone playing the fool was an opportunity not to be missed. Just so, since Yang Jiahua had taken that attitude, she no longer needed to care too much; punish where punishment was due, speak where speech was due. After tonight, the bridge would be the bridge and the road the road.