There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

"Let me see...Is this the button?"

Finding a round button on the remote control, Jason looked at Anthony and pressed it gently.

"Well!!!"

Anthony let out a muffled groan from his throat, and his squatting posture trembled, almost falling to the ground.

An electric current was stimulated in the bracelet on his wrist, and in an instant it traveled through Anthony's entire body, temporarily taking away control of his body.

Seeing this, the smile on Jeston's face became even more smug.

With this little thing, Anthony was no different from a kid in kindergarten to him.

By the way, I can also avenge the humiliation I just suffered!

After pressing down hard, Jeston rushed forward and kicked Anthony in the chest with another powerful kick.

Anthony wanted to fight back, but his body was controlled by the raging electric current, and he could only tremble as he took the kick.

Jeston kept teasing Anthony as if he was humiliating him, and used the limiter to vent the frustration he had just suffered.

"Hey, come on, can't you just stay here? Why do you have to try to escape? If you keep hiding here, it will really take some effort for me to deal with you."

"The treatment I receive here is not what a prisoner deserves. Even before I was imprisoned, I had already suspected...whether this was a way out arranged by my father."

Lying on the ground, Anthony forced himself to stand up.

All this happened in just a few seconds.

After venting his anger, Jeston turned the limiter's power to the maximum, condensed a long sword in his hand, and came in front of Anthony.

"What a coincidence! I think so too. If that's the case, then you shouldn't disappoint your father's wishes."

"My father's wishes?"

After hearing what Jeston said, Anthony raised his head.

"You seem to enjoy standing high above others and planning their paths and ideas, Jeston..."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're petty?"

Listening to Anthony's words, the corner of Jeston's eye twitched.

“Someone once said something similar to me…”

"But I'm afraid that my generosity has nothing to do with your life or death."

His face turned cold and Jeston remained silent.

The night is long and dreams are numerous. I have vented enough and it is time to deal with this guy next door. When the time comes, I will take the money and ambush Randall outside the city. Maybe he will have a chance to replace him.

Money, power, all these things will come to him in time, and he will no longer have to be humble like before!

Raising the blade from above, Jeston stabbed it hard!

laugh! ! !

There was a sound of something hard rubbing against each other, but the blood that Jason expected did not appear. Instead, there was a palm covered with a white unknown object.

At this moment, the hand was tightly grasping his blade, making him unable to move.

"Prison guard? No..."

Jeston looked up and found that the person who stopped him was the prison guard who was watching the show on the side, but in the blink of an eye he found something wrong.

This prison guard...why does he look so familiar?

"You're still as narrow-minded as ever, Jeston."

Click!

With a twist of her hand holding the blade, Saria easily broke the blade condensed by Jeston, then punched the opponent in the chest and knocked Jeston out in the same way.

"Wuhu... is still as awesome as ever."

With her hands on Mina's shoulders, Talina cheered quietly for Saria.

Talina has a lot to say about how powerful Saria is.

With one punch, he performed a craniotomy on the Rhine Life Building. She had only seen this level of power in Bozhuocasti.

Volume 6: Chapter 56: You...are the challenger!

"I have to say, your plan is somewhat unexpectedly crude."

Shaking her hands, Saria placed her hands on the brim of her hat and looked at Anthony lying on the ground. "It took me some time to help you stop the guards who came after hearing the news."

"Well... just a few minutes..."

Mina added softly, looking at Anthony in the distance, her eyes seemingly fixed on him.

Compared to a few years ago, Anthony looked much more haggard. If his appearance wasn't so easy to recognize, I would probably have forgotten him.

Anthony was once a nobleman. He lent a helping hand to them in their time of crisis, paid the medical expenses of her father who had broken arms, and saved his life.

Now...I am here to repay you!

Lifting the nail gun in her hand, Mina pointed it at Jeston.

She had seen the entire scene of Jason beating Anthony just now, but because the two were so engrossed in the fight, she didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

It's different now.

"Shh~ Be quiet~"

Talina, who was standing behind her, placed her hand on the back of Mina's hand and gently soothed the little Liberi who seemed to be a little stressed.

There are many people here who can fight, so there is no need to let a child take action.

"it is good..."

Talina's voice seemed to have magical power. Under her comfort, Mina's finger on the trigger couldn't help but relax.

"I think I've seen her somewhere...where was it?"

Kafka rushed to Anthony's side. Looking at Saria, who was dressed as a prison guard, he felt that she looked familiar. It seemed that he had heard or seen her somewhere, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Forget it, no matter who he is, let's just seize the opportunity and run away."

Shaking his head, Kafka threw away the complicated thoughts in his mind.

It would be best if someone could hold Jeston hostage. All she needed to do was get the big guy out of here, and then she would be able to complete her mission.

She had experienced prison life and fulfilled her friends' requests, so there was no reason for her to stay here any longer.

“I can’t leave…”

Anthony stood up from the ground with difficulty with the help of Kafka. He stared at Jeston. If looks could kill, Jeston would have been cut into pieces by now.

"Why? The prison guards were all knocked down, and there was no defense outside..."

Seeing this, Kafka wanted to persuade Anthony and pointed to the prison guards lying on the ground outside, but she suddenly paused halfway through her words.

The guard dealt with these people outside. If she can deal with these guys, then she can deal with them too...

It's fine now that the enemy has found Jeston, but if their escape attracts their attention...

No calamity.

"Huh...it's you..."

Waving his hand to brush off the non-existent dust on his chest, Jeston spoke in a casual manner, but there was a trace of imperceptible resentment deep in his eyes.

"I remember you, Rhine Life, Director of the Defense Department, Ms. Saria..."

He spoke out the identity of the person in front of him, and Jeston stood still.

"I remember you too, Jeston."

"Then I am truly honored to be remembered by a great man like you."

After meeting Saria, the character of bullying and flattering the powerful that was hidden in Jeston's bones was immediately exposed. Even if the other party was someone who had embarrassed him before, he could still greet her with a smile.

"I don't get many resumes, and I don't get many rejections either."

Without giving Jeston any face at all, Saria directly brought up the conflict between the two in front of others.

Jeston naturally didn't have a good temper, and his expression changed immediately after hearing what Saria said.

"I also always remember the scene when you rejected me."

"But compared to all this, I'm more curious about why you're here! A stinking prison, this doesn't seem to be consistent with your noble status."

"You don't have to worry about that. You just need to know that it's time for you to leave."

Saria's expression looked calm, as if she was talking about a very ordinary little thing.

But this was a complete insult to Jeston.

Talina had already whetted his appetite in the past few days, and he was now in a state of eagerness to make progress. After beating up Anthony, he almost reached his peak.

Saria was just a resume he submitted when he was just starting out. So much time had passed, and the past events had long been forgotten. Now that he could stand on equal footing with her, he might even surpass her in the future...

Confidence filled Jeston's heart, making him forget what respect was.

With a slight smile on his lips, Jeston raised his hand and pushed up the brim of his hat: "Exit? No, no, no..."

"I think you might have made some mistakes, Director Saria... No, Saria."

"I've heard that your abilities are somewhat similar to mine, but you've already repelled me before we even fought."

"I've always had a slight doubt as to whether you are truly stronger than me."

"Also, I think you may have misunderstood something..."

Black iron elements covered his hands. Jeston looked at Saria ostentatiously and pointed his hand, which had turned into a long sword, at the person he had been thinking about day and night.

"You...are the challenger!!!"

"Now it seems that the opportunity has come?"

Ignoring Jeston's provocation, a layer of white substance climbed up on Saria's white, calloused palms, which looked similar to Jeston's.

There is no difference between the two except for the color.

"Come on!!! Let me see how capable the guy who blocked me out is!!!"

With his hands at his sides, Jeston rushed forward with all his might.

Unlike the previous time when he teased Anthony, this time he gathered all his strength into the soles of his feet, trying to rush forward as fast as possible.

He will make this arrogant guy pay the price!!!

"Your Originium skills are indeed somewhat similar to mine, but..."

Just by simply raising her hand, Saria struck down with a casual knife.

The dull sound of collision continued to ring out outside Area C. Compared with Jeston's fierce blade, Saria's hand knife looked so weak.

However, this is not the case.

Every time Saria swung her hand, Jeston tried his best to block it. Although it was just a simple attack, Jeston did not dare to underestimate it.

step...

Two steps...

Three steps...

With every collision, Jeston was forced to take a few steps back, and the blade in his hand began to show hideous cracks.

However, Saria's hand knife was as white as usual, without a single crack.

"I should have told you, Jeston..."

"You are too content with the status quo and lack perseverance. I don't need people like you under my command."

During the "attack", Saria still had the energy to speak, which was in stark contrast to Jeston who was struggling to hold on.

With his lips tightly pursed, sweat was already oozing from Jeston's forehead.

The moment they fought, Jeston realized the huge gap between them.

It’s like a natural chasm!!!

"Your capacity... is too small!"

As the words fell, Saria adjusted her arm and swung it horizontally.