"Shattering space and stripping away divine power. It's exactly the same as what you described." Stern and Alice's expressions were also grave.
Alice's eyes, which were full of coquettishness earlier, were now filled with coldness. She said in a low voice, "Moreover, from the way he performed it, it's definitely at the level of a Main God, or even higher. Stripping Divine Power can't be done so quickly if it wasn't for the huge gap in Divinity. At the very least, I can't do it so quickly … Damn it, we didn't realize it until he made his move. "
"The problem is, what's the use of stripping Divine Power? Why doesn't he want the artifact and only wants the Divine Power on it?" Yang Cheng had always been puzzled by this.
Stern shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either. He gritted his teeth and said, "What's worse is that he did it in front of the three of us. It's obvious that he doesn't care about us."
When this happened, the expressions of the brother and sister who were laughing and joking also darkened.
He stared blankly at the item in his hand disappearing just like that, and the Sword of Thanatos falling to the ground. Only then did he realize that it was the "mysterious person" that Yang Cheng mentioned before!
He felt a lingering fear. If the mysterious person didn't want the Divine Power on the sword but wanted to kill them instead, wouldn't they have disappeared just like the black box without anyone knowing?!
"Your … Your Majesty Pluto, what do we do now?" Even though Sauron had been through hundreds of battles, his voice still sounded strange.
Yang Cheng naturally wasn't in a good mood after being fooled again. He said casually, "Do whatever you want. You can throw the sword away or bring it back. It's an ordinary item anyway."
After saying that, Yang Cheng went straight back to where he parked his car. Stern and Alice took a deep look at the Sword of Thanatos on the ground and left as well.
None of them said a word, but it was obvious that they were all holding back their anger.
The crowd at the port looked at the backs of the three leaving, and no one dared to say anything. Fodessa wanted to thank Yang Cheng for saving his wife and son, but he swallowed his words.
When he returned to the car, Yang Cheng found that Lin Ruoxi was the same as when she left. She sat there and stared blankly out the window without moving.
If it was any other day, Yang Chen would definitely think of something to make the woman happy. Even if she rolled her eyes at him, it wouldn't be a bad thing. But now, Yang Chen wasn't in the mood at all. After the siblings got into the car, he immediately drove back to Paris.
A few hours later, in the wee hours of the morning, the car stopped outside the Sofitel Hotel.
Yang Cheng had been reciting the cultivation method of the Endless Resolve Restoration Scripture along the way. Finally, he managed to suppress his impetuous mood and returned to normal.
Just as he was about to get off the car to open the door for Lin Ruoxi, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, to please her, Lin Ruoxi took the initiative to get off the car this time and walked back to the hotel in silence.
"Hmm … looks like your woman is angry. Congratulations, Hades," Stern moved closer to Yang Cheng and said with a smile. Alice, who was hanging on her brother's body, also giggled.
The siblings had also returned to their usual casual behavior. After getting off the car, they kissed each other and went back to their place.
What is going on?! Those clowns were defeated, but the most important thing was that they failed to defend against the mysterious man! What's worse was that Lin Ruoxi discovered more of his secrets and seemed to be treating him coldly!
Why is this happening?! Yang Cheng was puzzled. Even if she is angry with me, she should at least give me an explanation and a chance to speak!
Yang Cheng rubbed his hair painfully. Looking at Lin Ruoxi's delicate back as she walked away, he really wanted to smash the Maybach next to him with his fist!
…
Sofitel Hotel, in a certain business suite. Under the dim light, Goodman, who was wearing white pajamas, was holding a crystal glass filled with dry red wine. He was walking in circles on the carpet barefooted.
The speaker at the bedside was playing a waltz composed by Schubert. It was lively and pleasant.
Ever since he kidnapped Lin Ruoxi and the others and handed them over to the Realm of God, Goodman had never felt so carefree.
Thinking that after tonight, Lin Ruoxi and Yu Lei International would become a fat piece of meat in his mouth, Goodman didn't have the mood to sleep at all. He simply asked for a few bottles of twenty-year-old Lafite in his room and danced while waiting for the good news the next day!
"Your dancing skills aren't that great."
A faint male voice suddenly appeared on the balcony, causing Goodman to be startled!
"Who is it?!"
Goodman turned around abruptly. The curtains of the French glass door fluttered in the wind, revealing the silhouette outside.
"Yang … Yang Cheng?!" Goodman lost his grip on the wine glass and dropped it on the floor, staining the floor red. He pointed at Yang Cheng and said with a trembling voice, "You … How … How did you …"
Yang Cheng pushed open the glass door expressionlessly and walked to Goodman. Without saying anything, he grabbed Goodman's waist and flipped him over!
Goodman's body was like a toy. After being flipped over by Yang Cheng, Yang Cheng held one of his legs and hung it in the air.
"You … What are you doing?!"
Goodman's blood was flowing all over his body, making it difficult for him to speak. He couldn't understand why the supposedly dead Yang Cheng would appear outside his room. Since Yang Cheng had returned alive, where was Lin Ruoxi?! Where was his beautiful dream?!
The scene in front of him made Goodman feel like he had fallen from the clouds to hell. He didn't even have the time to think about what Yang Cheng wanted to do.
Yang Cheng didn't waste any time. Lifting Goodman's body as if he was carrying an insignificant object, he moved and jumped off the balcony. Pulling Goodman's leg, he jumped down from the ten-story hotel!
"Ahhh!"
Goodman was stunned by Yang Cheng's crazy jump. As he was hanging upside down, he could only see the ground getting closer and closer to him.
Goodman's eyes rolled back as he fainted from the shock.
A few minutes later, Goodman felt a warm liquid flowing on his face and a disgusting stench. He couldn't help but wake up drowsily …
In front of him were all sorts of psychedelic red lights. Bright and dark intertwined with each other as several figures swayed in front of him.
"Hey, white pig, you're finally awake? Haha, you're so white. Your skin is almost as white as a woman's! "
A few rough laughs rang in Goodman's ears. Goodman felt a chill run down his spine. His dazed emotions immediately disappeared. He realized that he was actually naked!
Where is this?! Who are these people?! What happened to me?!
Goodman subconsciously touched the liquid on his face. After taking a careful sniff, he almost fainted again!
It's actually … urine?!
"Haha, look, this white pig is still smelling my urine!" Another person laughed.
"What a pig. But since it's free, let it be a little dirty!" Another person said reluctantly.
Goodman finally saw the scene in front of him clearly. His face almost turned green!
He was actually lying on the floor of a place that was obviously a nightclub. Surrounding him was a group of muscular black men!
These black men were wearing fancy clothes that were usually worn in nightclubs. It was obvious that they were here for some special performances. Naturally, their lives belonged to the category of debauchery!
At this very moment, he, who was supposed to be the descendant of a noble and the director of a multinational company, was actually stripped naked by these black men who he viewed as filthy bugs!?
Goodman didn't even need to use his toes to figure out that it was Yang Chen who had thrown him here!
Before Goodman could explain himself and ask the group of men to let him go, they had already flipped him over and were about to do something that would make Goodman wish he was dead!
"You guys! Listen to me … Ugh … I … I can … "
Goodman wanted to say that he could give these black men a lot of money so that they wouldn't do such horrible things to him.
Unfortunately, Goodman's current condition didn't make the black men think that he was someone that could be forgiven with money …
Just as Goodman was about to say something, a stinky thing that could carry on the family line had already stuffed his mouth full …
Once upon a time, Goodman had only done such things to women who were greedy for his money. He had never imagined that there would be a day when he would have to do such a service for a black man!
The thing that was stuck to his throat made Goodman's tears flow out. He was almost out of breath!
However, the painful thing had just begun. Just as Goodman was about to get rid of the thing in his mouth, he felt a pair of strong arms grabbing his lower body. Then, a burning hot thing was already approaching his buttocks …
"Ah! — — "
Shrill screams came from the neon lights of the house, but in the hustle and bustle of the Sleepless Street District, it was not worth mentioning.
This area was the location of the famous Moulin Rouge. In the Montmartre area, there were all sorts of pubs, dance clubs, casinos, and shady businesses, making the night here seem especially flirtatious.
Yang Cheng was sitting alone on the roof of this brothel. He was holding a bottle of Martell in his hand. Hearing Goodman's shrieks of begging for death, Yang Cheng poured another mouthful of wine into his mouth expressionlessly.
Naturally, Goodman's punishment wouldn't end so easily. However, Yang Cheng didn't get much excitement from his revenge.
Whenever he thought about Lin Ruoxi's cold attitude toward him, Yang Cheng felt that it would be meaningless even if he had a hundred Goodman's to vent his anger on.
Even though Yang Cheng knew that he couldn't drink alcohol anymore, he couldn't stop himself from gulping it down.
After nearly two hours, the back door of the house opened. A man covered in scars and bruises, with some of his private parts bleeding and swollen, was thrown out.
The man's appearance caused many people on the street to run away in panic. Even though this area wasn't safe, it was rare to see such a pitiful fellow.
If it was possible, Goodman really wanted to die. However, after two hours of torment, Goodman's entire body was in pain. His throat was hoarse from all the crying, and he didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue to commit suicide.
The intense pain in his buttocks made Goodman so ashamed that he wanted to die.
"You're not dead yet?" Yang Chen leaped down from the roof and walked towards Goodman. Looking down at him, he looked at him emotionlessly.
Goodman thought that he didn't care about death anymore. If he didn't even have the last bit of dignity as a man, what was the point of living?
However, when he saw Yang Chen's pitch-black eyes, Goodman finally realized that his death wasn't as simple as it seemed!
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