"Now, don't be scared and relax, young man. Close your eyes and I will personally transport you to her place, okay?"
Yang Zhang was hit by strong drowsiness. He tried hard to stay awake, but his eyes gradually drooped, and he lost consciousness.
"He is such a good young man. Why would he lie about his name?" The old woman wondered. She sighed and contacted Kobra with a handy talky. "I've caught him. He is unconscious in my home right now."
"Thank you so much, Grandma," Kobra replied on the talky. "I'll go there through the secret tunnel."
"Sure, I'll wait."
The old grandma wanted to put the young man on the bed so he would rest well before Kobra killed him, but her current blood contract was with a cactus, unfortunately.
So she waited until Kobra came out from the secret tunnel;
"Okay, where is he?" Miss Kobra asked as she entered the living room of the old woman.
"There—" the old woman pointed at the unconscious Yang Zhang on the ground. "That's your Deng Fan."
