Chapter 310 - 309: First, My Name Isn’t ’Hey

The anesthetic injected into Andy was developed by Nina Jennings herself; just a tiny dose could knock someone out instantly.

Without the antidote she concocted, it would take at least 24 hours for a person to wake up naturally.

Not to mention Tina hadn’t hesitated for a second, injecting him with a dose meant for a 220-pound man.

Without the antidote, he should be thanking his lucky stars—and Tina—that he didn’t just drop dead on the spot.

This stuff was the perfect tool for home invasions and highway robbery, a must-have item specially cooked up by Nina Jennings.

Today only! In this Chapter! Not for 998! Not even for 98! But for just 9.80!

For 9.80, you can take it home today!

Three, two, one... post the link! "Wait, no..."

Felix Knight stepped forward and mercilessly plunged the syringe in, not forgetting to create a symmetrical puncture mark to match the one from the anesthetic.

’Tsk, you have to admit, he’s a real nice guy.’

Andy groggily came to. His vision was a blur from his time being unconscious and the overly piercing lights, and he could only vaguely make out the overlapping silhouettes of several people before him.

He spoke in a dry, hoarse voice, asking, "Who... Who are you? Why did you capture me?!"

Yvonne Lowell walked over and crouched in front of him, resting her chin on one hand, her tone somewhat mocking.

"We meet again, Andy. Or perhaps I should call you... Lance Young?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Andy’s eyes gradually began to focus.

Sure enough, the person before him was the one he hated to the bone.

Yvonne Lowell simply admired the changes in his expression, from initial astonishment, to shock, to a dark gloom, then to fury, and finally erupting into intense resentment.

’Tsk, I have to admit, the acting in his eyes is pretty convincing.’

’If she didn’t have a vendetta against him, she would definitely sign him to Pluto and promote him like there was no tomorrow.’

A gentle smile remained on Lance Young’s face, but his eyes were filled with venom as he looked at Yvonne Lowell.

"Hahaha, Number 7, you’re as clever as ever. But I’m quite curious, how on earth did you recognize me?"

Yvonne Lowell let out a careless laugh.

"Maybe it’s because I have a naturally sensitive sense of smell? Besides... garbage carries its natural stench wherever it goes. Wouldn’t you agree?

Oh, and I feel I should remind you: ever since I beat you that day, I’ve been Number 1, you know."

"Shut your mouth! What nonsense are you spouting?! You’re the garbage! Also, I am Number 1! Number 1 will always and only be me!"

Lance Young began to struggle desperately against his bonds, looking like a useless weakling in a fit of impotent rage.

The next second, an ice awl pierced each of his ankles.

The ice awls drove deep into his ankles, yet not a single drop of blood spilled out.

At first, Lance Young didn’t even react. It wasn’t until pain shot through every nerve in his body that he struggled to look down, only to see the ice awls that had materialized on his ankles.

"Agh! What did you do to me?!"

Yvonne Lowell raised an eyebrow. Looking back, she saw the man’s face was covered in a layer of frost, his right palm open and aimed in Lance Young’s direction.

’So I finally get to see this guy use his second superpower with my own eyes. You know, this thing would be an amazing gadget to have around the house in the summer.’

’It could cool the room, make shaved ice, and even homemade ice pops.’

"What’s the big idea? I haven’t even said ’game on’ yet!"

Yvonne Lowell shot him a mock-reproachful look, then stood up and spoke to the human cocoon on the floor.

"Don’t mind him. He’s just like that—always been reckless. Now, don’t move. I’ll help you thaw out."

As she spoke, she spread her fingers, and a Fire Dragon lunged toward his ankles.

Lance Young instinctively tried to dodge, and the fire burned his calf directly, making him cry out in agony once more.

A sliver of terror toward this unknown realm finally pierced through his heart.

"You... you’re not human. You’re monsters!"

"Hey, that’s going too far! I was nice enough to help you thaw out, and you call me a monster?! Did I go and kidnap your master or something?"

Yvonne Lowell withdrew her Fire Ability and rolled her eyes in irritation.

"If you hadn’t dodged, this wouldn’t have happened! No good deed goes unpunished!"

Lance Young: ’First of all, my name isn’t "Hey." Second, my name is L... ah, no, my name is Lance Young. You can also call me by my English name, Andy~’

"President Grant, come over here!" Yvonne Lowell beckoned behind her, pointing at Lance Young’s upper body.

"We need to spread the love and give his top half a turn. This kid’s got a decent build... nice and pale. I hope my hand doesn’t slip and burn him later."

Leo Grant’s eyes narrowed as he looked him up and down, then he let out an inscrutable chuckle.

"Alright. But would you like to play something a little more... exciting?"

"What’s more exciting?" Yvonne Lowell’s interest was piqued.

Leo Grant moved behind her, covered her eyes with one hand, and whispered,

"In the old stories, they had Little Li’s Flying Daggers. Tonight, how about we try ’Lowell’s Flying Fire’?"

"Is that a good idea? What if my aim is off?" Yvonne Lowell’s tone was hesitant.

’But even so, she was incredibly tempted!!!’

"I’ll back you up. If your aim is off, I’ll just add a little ice to neutralize it. How about it, darling?"

As Leo Grant spoke, his warm breath puffed against her ear.

Seeing her ear, once as pale as snow, instantly turn red, Leo Grant curled his lips in satisfaction.

’And she calls that scrawny, stick-thin body good?’

’His complexion alone can’t hold a candle to mine. What a nobody.’

"Deal! But you’d better be paying close attention. No more spikes. I already promised Jackie he could have the last breath."

Zachary Jacobs: ’...Seriously, you two can flirt all you want, why do you have to drag me into it!?’

"Don’t worry. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied with the outcome."

The words had barely left his mouth when Leo Grant waved a hand toward him, and a layer of frost began to creep across Lance Young’s bare torso.

"What are you doing?! Let me go!"

But alas, no one paid any mind to Lance Young’s words.

"Alright, your turn." Leo Grant took her hand, holding it steady in one position.

"Right here. Make sure you aim true."

The few "NPCs" watching from the side couldn’t help the twitching at the corners of their mouths. ’Good heavens, the man is a world-class liar!’

’Why don’t you try closing your eyes to see if there’s even any ice in that spot?!’

’Goes to show, you should never mess with someone who’s head-over-heels in love, especially when they’re jealous.’

Yvonne Lowell activated her Fire Ability. The Fire Dragon shot out from her palm again, striking Lance Young directly on his un-iced arm.

"AGH!"

Hearing the scream of agony, Yvonne Lowell seemed a little confused.

"What’s he screaming about? Did I miss?"

"It’s nothing. He moved on his own. He deserves it. It’s not your fault."

Leo Grant shifted her hand to a new position. "He’s over here now. Let’s try that again."