In the garden.
A breeze rustled through, sending ripples across the lake's surface and making the flowers and grass tremble slightly.
But everyone in the garden was dumbstruck, as if they had been hit by an Immobilization Spell.
At the focal point of everyone's gazes...
Beitang Jian was frozen in his attack stance, a savage look still on his face.
However... in front of Beitang Jian, Jiang Chen had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, standing just an arm's length away.
The banana in his hand was pressed squarely against Beitang Jian's forehead.
The banana was soft.
Nearly half of it was already crushed, turning into a white, sticky pulp that slid down from Beitang Jian's forehead, trickling along his nose. DRIP. DRIP. It splattered onto his chest, but Beitang Jian didn't react at all. He just stared, wide-eyed, gasping for breath.
GULP!
No one knew who had just swallowed, but the sound was like a stone dropped into a quiet well, sending ripples through the silence.
"Fuck!"
