Chapter Ninety-Seven: His Legs Were Ruined Beyond Repair! Li Junsheng Must Pay Back the Blood Debt in Blood!

On Li Junsheng’s side, his children gathered joyfully, the family basking in warmth and harmony, while Chen Dazhu’s situation was nothing short of miserable.

Chen Dazhu had been unconscious for three days.

His body was riddled with injuries, three of his limbs bound in splints, and his face was a canvas of deep bruises.

Lying on the hospital bed, he finally emerged from his coma with a groan.

“Dad! You’re awake!”

“Old Chen, how are you feeling?”

The burly young man felt embarrassed upon hearing these words. He silently resented the person before him—knowing his bottleneck yet refusing to share the solution.

“That’s enough, stop making a scene here. Take him away at once,” Jiang Cheng directly reprimanded them.

In Xia Yu’s hand was a seemingly ordinary leaf, but its root was a plant with long black tendrils. She addressed Lin Feng, who was meditating in a tree.

Mother’s vine had cleared everyone out, leaving nothing for anyone else to do.

Chu Yao couldn’t help but wonder if she really seemed so easy to bully, that everyone was eager to step all over her. It was utterly exhausting.

“Mei Ya, tie him up well,” she ordered. Mei Ya nodded, took a rope, and with Gu Qing’s help, firmly bound Yu Yao, who was still unconscious.

“I really envy you—there’s someone at home to help with the cooking when you go back,” Mo Dian remarked, carrying his prey as he walked back.

Being interrupted three times forced them to restart their strength and spirit three times, reducing their overall combat ability by at least twenty percent.

One had to admit that when stripped of emotion, the steel Transformers were formidable. Once Iron Man joined the fight, his advantage surged. Yet, Thor’s resilience was unmatched. He took more punches, but each counter nearly shattered Tony’s suit of steel armor.

He first studied the effects of the spiritual fruits and medicines at hand, then concocted an Isolation Pill by combining several, allowing himself to be cut off from the outside world and form a self-sustaining inner cycle.

“No one cares for me like my wife! Give me a kiss first!” Huo Lingfeng took the hot chocolate, sipped it, then made a show of leaning in to kiss Zhuang Qingqing.

Ye Xun was genuinely surprised; he hadn’t expected Li Zong to voice his thoughts so directly. He studied Li Zong for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

Given this, Ye Shuangshuang became even more convinced she couldn’t miss Sun Zitian on this trip.

“If I’m not mistaken, you must be Lin Chengsheng, the only son of the Lin family, famous for your pride. I wonder, if I break both your legs, will your father and grandfather dare come to my door for trouble?” Huang Yue smiled as she spoke to the young man before her.

“Your foot is so swollen already, why go to a street food stall? I’ll pick up some groceries and cook us something tonight. You haven’t eaten yet, either,” Huo Lingfeng said as he drove.

Jiang Kuang had been holding back his curiosity all along, but when it was finally time for the banquet, he hurried over anxiously.

She had originally thought to work at Xiao Chenyu’s company to get close to him and gauge his feelings.

The back mountain was some distance from my home, making it rather secluded and rarely visited. Ever since my father told me I was found by him in this very place, I often wondered why I was discovered there, what had happened to me, but the answers remained elusive.

“Alright, if there’s no news before eight, just watch the news at eight-thirty sharp.” With that, Huang Tian strode out.

Heaven Beyond Heaven—though the name conjures endless imagination, in truth, it’s a den of filth and corruption! Even the guards there schemed against one another, bullying and backstabbing as a matter of course.

Xu Feng could hardly stand his parents’ hints; after dinner, he fled outside for a walk. Unfortunately, at that very moment, a call came from a friend.