Even though Chu Ge sensed that familiar spiritual fluctuation and knew who it was right away, he still found it hard to accept when he actually saw that familiar face.
This ti, it turned out to be Song Baijia, the chef he had t by chance.
It hadn't been long since they'd last t, but Song Baijia had changed drastically. Firstly, he had clearly lost a lot of weight; his belly, once resembling that of a four-to-five-month-pregnant woman, was now completely flat. Moreover, his once honest square-shaped face now exuded sharpness and cruelty.
Beside Song Baijia stood a tall, burly middle-aged man with a red face, towering at about two ters.
Chu Ge found him sowhat familiar, realizing after a brief recollection that he had indeed seen him recently.
Ten days ago, when Chu Ge left Chu Chengrui's underground research lab, he had opened all the cages and let everyone inside go; he had seen this red-faced man in one of those cages.
In his rush to leave, Chu Ge hadn't paid much attention to this man. Now seeing him with the much slimr Song Baijia, he suddenly realized how similar their facial features were.
What the heck, could it possibly be? Are they father and son?
Even still, how could Song Baijia, despite his extraordinary strength, know about what happened here given his status as an ordinary citizen?
Chu Ge pondered this subconsciously, but clearly, now was not the ti for such musings, as Song Baijia and the red-faced man were far from being in a favorable situation.
Both were already injured, especially Song Baijia, whose thick right arm bore a claw mark that was particularly shocking, with flesh laid open and blood dripping red.
The one who had left those claw marks on them was none other than the dwarf just a few ters away, licking his blood-stained claws and laughing eerily.
Yes, he was indeed a dwarf, a very short one; including his hair styled like a rooster comb, he stood only at about 1.2 ters. He was skin and bones, with a sharp face resembling a monkey's. If he had a tail attached, he would look even more like a transford weasel.
The dwarf had a pair of shiny tal claws on his hands, with fresh blood continuously dripping from them.
Earlier, Song Baijia had attempted to engage with this claw-wielding dwarf under the guise of teamwork, but sadly, despite Song Baijia's fairly decent acting, he failed to convince the highly alert dwarf, who quickly realized Song Baijia was more interested in smashing his head with a punch.
Thus, a battle started. Although Song Baijia and the red-faced man had strength far exceeding the dwarf's, it's useless if such power cannot hit the opponent.
The dwarf was simply too agile, and his claws were elusive. Song Baijia and the red-faced man had already suffered various losses, and if things continued this way, they were on a path to being toyed to death by this dwarf.
At this mont, Song Baijia spotted Chu Ge sprinting in from behind the dwarf, his eyes lighting up as he excitedly and instinctively shouted, "Chu Ge!"
The dwarf fiddled with his claws, laughing eerily, "Fools, you think I'd fall for that? I'm an old hand..."
Before the dwarf could finish his sentence, his head suddenly buzzed. Everything began to spin, and his head ached as if it were about to explode.
Next, Chu Ge arrived behind the dwarf with a speed that left Song Baijia and the red-faced man dumbfounded, grabbing the dwarf's arms and violently twisting them upwards!
"Crunch!"
The dwarf's arms were wasted; even then, he couldn't understand why he suddenly felt dizzy, nor could he explain how soone had approached him so silently without him noticing at all.
Unfortunately, before he could find answers, Chu Ge kicked him, sending his body airborne toward Song Baijia.
Then, Song Baijia finally swung his fist down in anger, hitting the dwarf's head solidly.
With the sound of bones shattering, the dwarf collapsed to the ground, sending a cloud of dead leaves flying, and instantly died.
"Scumbag, my Bro Song is genuine; if he says I'm coming, then I'm definitely coming."
Chu Ge spat contemptuously, smiled helplessly at Song Baijia, then imdiately repeated what he had done to "Black Lotus" just now.
Song Baijia had just revealed that familiar, sincere and surprised smile that Chu Ge knew so well. Under the influence of Chu Ge's hypnosis, he and the red-faced man ran towards the passenger ship belonging to the Tongsheng Association.
Still the sa old saying, now is not the ti for reminiscing and asking questions.
Afterward, Chu Ge continuously dashed around the small island. If he could bypass the enemies, he did; if he truly couldn't avoid them, he used his almost cheat-like powerful spiritual power to cause the enemies to montarily lose focus, and then delivered a fatal blow in the shortest amount of ti. He didn't have the luxury to waste ti with these enemies; every passing second ant increased danger for his friends.
Thank heavens, after two hours, Chu Ge finally hypnotized a total of seven companions who slipped through the cracks of this battle and solved their witnesses, allowing them to leave this battlefield ant only for him and his enemies.
However, in this process, Chu Ge paid a price large enough to be considered enormous. Blood oozed from his eye corners, ears, nostrils, and mouth, and his brain felt as if it were being repeatedly stabbed by countless steel needles.
Initially, he could have turned this hunt by multiple enemies into a re appetizer before the main course, but now, this appetizer almost drove his spiritual power to the brink of exhaustion.
"Sure enough, old ginger is hotter than fresh! I really didn't expect hypnotizing Elder Liang would be so laborious."
Leaning against a large tree, Chu Ge wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, let out a long sigh, and murmured rather helplessly, yet his face revealed a sincere smile.
Because he knew that the difficulty in his hypnosis had many factors, one of which was the intrinsic resistance from the other party due to obsession. After all, they all ca here for Chu Ge, and now he was asking them to find a safe place and sleep soundly for three days and nights.
To use perhaps an inadequate analogy, it's like a parent wanting their child to do howork, but the child wishes to play online gas. Even if the parent's attitude is resolute and the child must obey the parent's instructions, their mind would still be on an unfinished level; perhaps the team leader even emphasized the child's significant role in the upcoming battles, making the internal resistance understandable.
Even though Chu Ge had retracted all his spiritually radiating tendrils once he confird there were no more of his own people on the island, his current situation was still very unfavorable.
Apart from the needle-piercing brain pain, there was a pervasive nausea and dizziness, sowhat similar to a severe hangover, but far more painful.
It seems that until his spiritual power recovers slightly, he can only try his best to avoid the enemies and strive to buy more ti.
Unfortunately, temporarily without the radar-like spiritual power, his senses have beco quite sluggish, making this task quite a challenging feat...
Chu Ge took a deep breath, placed a hand on the tree trunk, and staggered away from his current position. However, he hadn't walked far and hadn't found a suitable hiding place when he had to stop.
Because, in his view, there appeared a woman towering at two ters three, wearing a wide Arabic white robe with a layer of veil.
Almost simultaneously, he faintly heard the sound of leaves being crushed, a sound not only coming from the woman in front but also from behind him, perhaps... both sides as well.
Chu Ge leaned his body against a nearby tree and casually smiled at the tall woman, located about thirty ters away.
His spiritual power was truly exhausted; these individuals were so close and he had only just noticed. At ordinary tis, purely by hearing and the intuition honed in life-and-death tests, such a situation wouldn't happen.
Regrettably, ordinary tis are ordinary tis, and now is now; he is truly weak to this extent.
In front, the large-frad woman appeared like a ghost. In her advance, her legs didn't seem to move; sothing in the wide white robe was subtly wriggling, like hidden vengeful spirits ready to spring forth.
Behind, there was a man dressed as a ninja, revealing only his eyes, holding an ominously chilling katana in his right hand, his narrow eyes exuding extre coldness and vigilance.
On the left, a foreign monk with blue eyes and unnaturally long arms wore a red robe with golden-threaded kasaya, and his head bore tattoos of a crying and smiling face.
He carried a wooden fish in his left hand and began tapping it gently with his right, producing a nerve-wracking sound. Obviously, the kasaya hid sothing, and with every step he took, there was a rustling noise, mixing with the tapping sound for a more sinister effect.
On the right, there was also a monk, with yellow skin, brown eyes, nine burn scars on his head, bare-chested, wearing coarse monk pants, and marked with innurable hideous scars.
Enemies surrounded him from front, back, left, and right, steadily closing their distance to Chu Ge.
At this mont, Chu Ge found himself besieged on all sides.
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