The Eleventh Apostle

While Shinji Ikari was tenderly exchanging piano techniques with the beautiful boy Kaworu Nagisa at NERV headquarters, Aoko and her group had already begun preparing for the final battle that would decide this world's fate.

They had blown up the Shanghai branch's Po Jun far too badly before, and it still had not been fully repaired. As a result, their mobile combat strength was extremely limited, making it nearly impossible to find the hidden Eleventh Apostle.

That's right, the Eleventh Apostle.

Yet Lin Chujiu had never acted coquettishly toward him, nor had she ever said a soft word. The two of them were more like superior and subordinate. He had never thought there was anything wrong with that before, and had even liked how obedient Lin Chujiu was. But after seeing her lively, adorable manner before Old Madam Meng, Xiao Tianyao realized that he could not be satisfied.

Ding Fan did not act arrogantly this time. He directly took the Nine Mysterious Iron out of his storage ring.

"Hehe, don't worry, Master. Crushing them to death will be easier than crushing dogs," Fourth said, his eyes gleaming.

Li Feng was a kindhearted man and feared nothing more than people speaking softly to him. Since President Bai had put it that way, there was no need for him to argue further. After all, he had forced President Bai to sign an unequal contract back then. After once again stressing that no one else was to start online shopping, Li Feng reentered the game.

Ye Chen glanced at the phone number, his brows knitting slightly, then answered directly.

The two were not far apart. When the old man swung that slap, the tattooed man had no room to dodge, and the blow landed solidly across his face.

The hospital was still crowded.