He recorded the name in a daze and put down the phone in his hand.
Looking at the wrecked warehouse and the enormous Metal Model, Liu Chong could not help sighing.
With a wave of his hand, all the firearms in the warehouse fell apart and broke into several pieces, while several chunks of metal piled all the bodies together.
He turned around and prepared to leave. The main door opened, and after Liu Chong left, it closed again, plunging the entire warehouse into endless darkness.
He gently twisted his palm. The already somewhat old lock was now completely twisted and jammed shut, unable to open normally again.
He picked up his little backpack, turned several corners, and disappeared into the crowd.
After returning home, Liu Chong had no desire to cultivate at all that day. He sat blankly at his desk.
Aunt May knocked on the door and came in carrying a cup of hot milk.
"Leo, I noticed at dinner that you seemed a little off today! Did something happen at school?" A thick, rough arm settled on Leo's small shoulder as Uncle George came to his side.
"No, school was fine. Some of the kids just didn't want to play with me, but I don't really care. They're too childish!" Leo rubbed his stiff little cheeks and replied with a smile.
"That's not it!" Aunt May brought over a stool and sat beside Liu Chong. "Leo, my little darling, in five years, this is the first time I've ever seen you so unhappy. It breaks my heart!"
She reached out and took Leo's right hand. Her eyes reddened, as if she were about to cry.
George placed his other hand on Aunt May's shoulder and pulled the two of them into his arms.
In a deep,