Chapter 44: A Troubled Heart
After everything settled, Zhou Bing released a statement announcing her retirement from the entertainment industry. Many netizens felt it was a pity, especially her fans, leading to heated debates.
Some fans expressed their regret:
“Zhou is one of the rare grand slam singers in the entertainment world. It’s such a loss to see her leave like this.”
“Suddenly quitting—how can she face her fans? All the effort she put in over the years seems wasted now.”
“Everyone, please understand. This blow was just too much for Zhou.”
“Yes! I obey the master’s decree!” As the eight divine generals bowed and thanked, their bodies suddenly split apart, and the eight original beings and eight insects separated again, transforming into grotesque monsters neither human nor insect.
Of course, in the slums, there were many huge cockroaches, which were usually food; roasted, they tasted quite good, at least smelling somewhat like bean bugs.
Sherry and Carrie passed through a large group of wounded soldiers “moaning” in pain and arrived at one of the tents. Inside stood Dr. George and his assistant. With his tousled blond curls and an unusual doctor’s outfit, he gestured wildly as he used medical instruments beside the injured. This doctor was decidedly unconventional.
Suddenly, Feng Wusheng cried out in pain as his arm nearly snapped under a single finger’s pressure. He broke out in a cold sweat immediately.
“You’re supposed to be a National Protector of the court. Don’t you know this military boxing was created by the founding prime minister of the Red Dynasty?” Yao Xi pressed harder with his right hand.
As Ouyang Gaoyuan entered the arena, cheers erupted throughout the venue—a stark contrast to a week earlier. The basketball war god’s Dongyuan team also appeared. Seeing the formidable players from the world’s top basketball teams made everyone tense.
During a heated argument among a few people, Hei Mama suddenly trembled all over. A thick, dense black smoke, like a flying serpent, surged into Du Meng’s forehead. At that moment, a lightning-shaped scar appeared, and the black smoke entered Du Meng’s Niwan Palace through the scar, coalescing into the shape of another old black lady.
Almost instinctively crawling out from a pile of corpses, Yang Chong raised his blade to resist. In the next instant, the laser war blade was struck down by a falling object, suddenly sinking heavily. Even the laser blade, capable of cutting the strongest real-person grade alloy, couldn’t slice through this object. This was the first time Yang Chong had encountered such a situation.
“You must be the National Protector appointed by the Red Dynasty of Huaxia!” the two people said in broken Mandarin.
I must pray for a special power from the stars, so that the world’s strength can grant us victory in the match. Only then can we win. I do not want my teammates to remain bedridden, useless forever.
His sharply defined face, chiseled like a sculptor’s work, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes—once a peerless beauty—I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.