Wow! You're good at getting the answer right! You have a bright future! Luke chuckled.
Sticking the Colt 1911 into a side pocket on his combat pants, Luke walked unhurriedly out of the garden toward the so-called meeting hall.
Jiaying was standing at the door and smiling as she watched him walk over.
She was about to say something, when Luke waved his hand. "Tell that old man to stop releasing his poison. Also, if that woman doesn't stop her mental interference, I'll deal with you first."
Jiaying's expression froze. These were the final two hidden hands for turning the situation around.
The old man's poison could paralyze people before they knew it, and the woman's mental interference had the effect of giving a mental suggestion.
Seeing Luke slowly raise the umbrella, Jiaying's head throbbed slightly. She nodded with a dry smile. "Alright, our spar with Mr. Big Dipper is over. Everybody, go get some rest."
