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There was dead silence.

Raven glanced at Sarah, whose long, golden hair was particularly eye-catching, and whose heterochromatic eyes were very different from Aaron's black hair and black eyes.

And that skin color that is unique to Caucasians.

The raven looked at Aaron, its gaze seeming to say, "Where did you get such a wonderful eldest daughter?"

For a fleeting moment, Aaron wondered if he had traveled from the future into Sarah's past, cheated on her father, and had Sarah as his daughter.

Otherwise, why would Sarah have said those two words so easily?

Who is Quentin Lance?

Aaron suddenly spoke up.

Sarah replied without any guilt, "My dad."

"who am I?"

"father!"

"..."

Liphunt and the others looked bewildered. Two fathers? Does your mother know? Does Quentin Lance know?

If they knew about the September 13 Incident, would they really not have put aside their own family for the greater good?

Compared to Riphunt and others, Aaron was able to understand the differences between the two fathers.

One biological father, one romantic father...

Wow, you really know how to do that? This is the first time we've met. Has my charm increased again with my physical evolution?

Sometimes, creating a model that's too over-modeled can be a problem.

Even daughters can grow automatically.

"Time, coordinates, number of people, and room number."

Aaron's opening remarks this time were concise and clear.

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. "If you don't mind, we can stay nearby, like that hotel?"

Aaron didn't speak, and turned away.

He wanted to exercise his rights as a father and, in the name of the father, teach Sarah the meaning of hierarchy.

Of course, before that, Aaron had consulted the timeline and knew that Sarah had not had a relationship with the cuckold, otherwise even if Sarah called him "grandpa," it wouldn't have mattered.

The raven hesitated, then remembered the fear of being dominated the previous night.

Her body has not yet recovered.

Oh well, that's it. I guess I'm just bad at the game.

As a woman, it's shameful to admit that you can't satisfy your man no matter how hard you try.

So Raven followed Aaron away, hoping to find an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow and take him down completely.

"No, what are we doing here? Did we travel thousands of miles to deliver our daughter?"

The expression on Jefferson's face was so comical and exaggerated.

He couldn't understand how, even with his racial talents, he could make such an outstanding woman submit on their first meeting.

"Did you notice? Raven didn't object! How did that man do that? Is there no justice in this world?!"

Heatwave Mike slapped his thigh and yelled, feeling like he'd wasted the last thirty years of his life.

"Can anyone tell me how he did it? If I had his skill level, I wouldn't be soloing until now!"

Hearing this, Repalmer, who had been constantly talking about becoming Superman, said quietly, "Haven't you figured it out yet? This is a difference in modeling. My brother, your modeling is more than half worse. Compared to him, you're like a gorilla that hasn't fully evolved yet."

He glanced at Jefferson subtly, then lowered his head and muttered to himself how to become Superman.

Mick was stunned, finding it hard to accept this reality. He said unwillingly, "Modeling is hopeless. Is there another, better method that doesn't require modeling?"

"Some brothers."

Liphunt watched Aaron and the other two leave and said, "You can rely on economy if you don't have modeling skills. As long as you have enough economy, you'll be fine."

"Economy?" Mick looked troubled. If he had any money, he wouldn't have resorted to arson.

"If there's no economic basis or modeling, are there any other options?"

Captain Leonard remained calm. "Of course, then you can go to court. The judge and lawyers are happy to help you."

Mick's face was even more conflicted. He had finally managed to clear his name, and he didn't want to have to greet his old friends again.

Why is there such a huge difference between people?

Firestorm Martin shook his head and said, "Don't even think about it. He's just a pure stat monster. Don't compare yourself to him; that will only humiliate you."

In his decades of life, the most handsome celebrities or models he had ever seen, even in terms of pure physical attributes, were far inferior to Aaron.

Moreover, Aaron possessed a unique and enviable aura that shone like the sun, burning brightly even in the darkness.

Hawkman Carterhall looked warily at Hawkwoman Kendra and found her gazing blankly into the distance. The half of her face, visible only by her mask, seemed to show regret and shame, as if she was saddened that Aaron was not paying attention to her.

Seeing this, Carter gritted his teeth and said, "Are you envious? Raven is the daughter of the Demon King Trigon. As the daughter of the Demon King, she shares the same man with another woman. If the Demon King Trigon finds out, his wrath will surely burn this universe to ashes."

These words were more effective than ice water, directly extinguishing the flames burning in Mika's heart.

Yes, the Dimensional Demon King's daughter was treated like this by Aaron. Even if Sangu Demon is dissatisfied with Raven, she absolutely cannot accept this humiliation.

Putting yourself in his shoes, you'd think he'd absolutely go crazy.

"I advise you not to act rashly. He is no ordinary person, and he has already promised us... Sarah, to work together to deal with the Triple Demon."

Martin warned.

"Ha, he didn't know the pros and cons, but rather that he knew he was about to die, which is why he agreed to our request."

“Even if we hadn’t come, Sangu Demon wouldn’t have let him go.”

Eagle Man said angrily, "Sarah got ripped off, Aaron has no choice but to join forces with us!"

Liphunt frowned. Was that really the case?

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong; Aaron wasn't as simple as he seemed.

Looking back on the past and surveying the timeline, he suddenly felt that some of his past memories were somewhat blurred, and that some things had even been quietly replaced.

what's the situation?

Liphunt's face darkened, but he quickly regained his composure, as if nothing had happened.

"Alright guys, let's have a proper talk when Sarah gets back."

The group went to the bar directly opposite the hotel to wait, and they waited for a whole day and night.

Sarah dragged her weary body out, her steps faltering, clearly having suffered a great deal.

This is the blessing from my father.

Sarah, how are you?

Liphunt walked up and looked at Sarah with surprise.

Sarah groaned hoarsely, "It's nothing, I just played around for a whole day and night without rest."

Ugh, this isn't all? His voice is hoarse, and his body is like mud.

That man, if it wasn't his woman, he really stood up and kicked her hard!

Only a day and a night? 4.1 Seriously? There's no way someone that amazing could exist in this world!

Sarah didn't want to talk; she just gulped down her drink to quench her thirst.

Even though Aaron had recovered his condition before, he didn't in the last wave, and his body was severely dehydrated.

Moreover, because of the deep bond between father and daughter, she called out "father" and "dad" many times in a moment of emotion, until her voice became hoarse.

Even in this state, she put down her drink and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Get ready, we'll set off after they're done."

"Them? You mean... they're still continuing?!"

Jefferson's eyes widened. Was this even human?

Sarah nodded, a satisfied smile on her face, and said, "Don't make a fuss, it's just the second round. Otherwise, how do you think I got off?"

No way, there really is such a fierce general in the world?

That's a damn hexagonal super numerical monster!

We're all human, so why are you the only one who stands out?

Chapter 302 Magic Nemesis, I Surpass Your Limits of Imagination

In addition to being amazed,

Heatwave asked the question that everyone wanted to ask.

"Sarah, what are you thinking? Do you know him?"

Mick gestured for a long time, but still couldn't say those two words.

But everyone understood the subtext without prior agreement.

Sarah dismissed it, saying, "What's the big deal?"

She took a big gulp, glanced at the group, and smiled disdainfully, "Don't tell me you've never played this game before."

"This is the United States, everyone knows who else, what's the big deal?"

"Are you still novice?"

Sarah's eyes widened slightly as she scanned the crowd with a scrutinizing gaze.

She didn't know if the others were like that, but she wasn't today.

Her biological father, a policeman, couldn't possibly come to the western city of the alien universe to be a goalkeeper.

Meanwhile, in another star city in a different universe,

Quentin Lance, Sarah Lance's biological father, who was troubled by his other rebellious daughter Laurel, sneezed loudly.

"Quentin, who's thinking about you?" his partner joked. 08

Quentin Lance shook his head helplessly. "Come on, who would want an old man like me?"

"Maybe it's your daughter?" the old man patted him on the shoulder.

Upon hearing this, Quentin's lips twitched and he sighed:

“I know Laurel; she wants to get as far away from me as possible right now. Who would miss a nagging old father?”

Quentin Lance was unaware that the one missing him was another daughter, Sarah Lance, who should have died, and whose door had recently been bombarded by various heavy artillery.

Titan Universe Bar.

The others, stung by Sarah's scrutinizing gaze, unconsciously turned their heads away, looking quite unnatural.

Whether it's true or not, calling someone "Dad" is a common occurrence.

But to call out on the very first time is truly unprecedented.

But thinking about it, who wouldn't want a pure stats monster?

If Sarah hadn't shouted quickly, Hawkgirl probably would have gotten there first too.

"Don't overthink it. At least now I'm his daughter, so it's only natural for a father to help his daughter."

Sarah Lans spoke these words calmly and naturally.

The others hesitated, though it was indeed the best approach, but...

Liphunt said tactfully, "Sarah, there's no one else here. You don't need to make yourself suffer like this. Just be normal. We remember all the contributions you've made."

Sarah smiled, unconcerned.

Feeling wronged? Who's wronged? It was only today that she truly understood the meaning of a woman's happiness.

The past days have truly been wasted.

Rich? Handsome? That's ridiculous! Bigger is always right, and lasting is everything!