"Plink!" The heart-shaped hairpin landed precisely on Hao Liang's head. He picked it up and immediately recognized—it was the one meant for Zhang Yiping! He glanced at it, then assessed the parabolic trajectory, and concluded it must have been thrown from the only open window on the opposite residential building. Could that be Zhang Yiping's home? Why had she thrown the hairpin? Did she not like it? Yet he was deeply disappointed—besides seeing the door of Zhang Yurong’s house closed, he saw nothing else. Why can’t I see the things inside? Oh! My eyes are paining again now. It seems that the water ball hasn’t been removed after all, still haunting me like a ghostly source of trouble. Hao Liang quickly rushed to Zhang Yurong’s door, Unit 3, Building 2, West Wing. At the door, he heard a voice coming from inside: “No! No!” “I insist! For this very day, I’ve sacrificed so much! Now I must fully possess you! As long as you stay with me, I’ll guarantee you great wealth and prosperity—your whole family will enjoy comfort and abundance!” Then came a mournful cry—clearly Zhang Yurong’s voice! Oh no, she must have had an accident. Hao Liang unleashed his Diamond Fist, crashing the door panel into two halves with a loud sound, and rushed inside. Zhang Yuping had only one pair of small pants left, lying horizontally on the sofa, while Zhou Chao was completely naked, lifting his prominent, swollen member and eagerly approaching her. When Zhang Yuping had initially said no, she had briefly regained clarity, but soon lost it, as she felt her consciousness completely slipping away. Zhou Chao was employing hypnosis—two forces were working on her: first, the potent erotic water she had just received had ignited a fierce, unquenchable flame within her, like a roaring passion; second, Zhou Chao’s hypnosis had reached a refined level, allowing him to effortlessly control her awareness. Thus, although Zhang Yuping occasionally regained clarity, it was only for brief moments, repeatedly shouting, “Look at me! I’m your husband! Hypnosis! Hypnosis!”—as if Zhou Chao were performing a magical ritual. Gradually, Zhang Yuping’s eyes grew distant, her gaze shifting to Zhou Chao, who was now smiling lustfully. "Li Zao is going to enter your body!" Zhou Chao said with such crude and shameful words. Under normal circumstances, Zhang Yurong would have launched a side kick, but now her body and consciousness were completely under Zhou Chao's control—unconsciously—and when he said this, she could only smile. "You're a lowly woman!" Gao Liang couldn't bear to look at her any longer. Just earlier, when Zhang Yurong had said no, she had been acting—her true nature remained unchanged, still so humble. Gao Liang wanted to leave, but Zhou Chao had already spotted him, fixing him with a wild, wolf-like gaze, and said firmly, "You disgraceful Gao Liang! How dare you interrupt my affair!" "I'm just here as a spectator! Please don't misunderstand!" Gao Liang spoke with cold composure. "I don't believe that! You're trying to take my woman!" Zhou Chao reached out with a strong, forceful hand to pull at Zhang Yurong's pants. Zhang Yurong gasped, suddenly becoming alert, "No! Zhou Chao! I'm not your woman!" Zhou Chao was furious. How could Zhang Yuping’s consciousness sometimes slip out of his control, occasionally lapsing—wasn’t his hypnosis failing? And what about that love-infusing water? It still wasn’t working at all! Impossible! Zhou Chao grew more and more agitated. With a powerful slap, he aimed his palm directly at Zhang Yuping’s delicate face. But Gao Liang stepped in—something he simply couldn’t bear to see a man mistreat a woman, even though he had already mentally distanced himself from Zhang Yuping. “Crash!” As Zhang Yuping was startled, Zhou Chao’s palm collided with Gao Liang’s steel-fisted punch. Gao Liang’s recent training had reached a high level—Zhou Chao’s palm striking against Gao Liang’s steel fist was like an egg hitting a stone. Damn it! I’ve been using my water-based ability to wear you down, Zhou Chao thought, now feeling his own strength shaken. He was furious, channeling inner power to push his internal water orb out of his body. Now, two water orbs floated, each held steady by his own palms. Yet, as soon as the water balls appeared, unexpected reactions occurred in Zhang Yупing and Gao Liang's bodies. Zhang Yупing's consciousness became strangely clear, while Gao Liang noticed the small water balls moving outward. If his guess was correct, this was due to the immense attraction between the two water balls—indicating that the water balls were absorbing energy from their surroundings. Not good—Gao Liang had finally observed this now, as the energy level of the water balls in his mind was steadily rising. "1%, 5%, 10%…!" It was astonishingly fast—like a helicopter taking off! "Master! Quickly take Zhang Yупing and move! Zhou Chao's ability is approaching the mid-level of 'Human-Level'! You won't be able to compete with him!" A voice long absent now reached him. Gao Liang could clearly sense that the two large water balls in Zhou Chao's hands were continuously growing, growing larger, proving that their energy was intensifying. "Master! Come up! Hold my hand!" Ying'er's voice rang out again. After Huang Hao called out "Ying'er," he stepped forward to go up, but Zhang Yупing pulled his hand and said, "Take me with you!" Huang Hao hesitated. At that moment, Zhou Chao's two water balls were rushing toward them at a speed of 20 meters per second, producing a thunderous sound like a volcanic eruption. Huang Hao fortunately had been practicing both meditation and martial arts at Shaolin Temple, and had recently been continuously upgrading his physical conditioning, making him exceptionally agile. He skillfully dodged the impact, and the large water balls passed just beside him, forming a powerful energy field. The force of the field pushed Huang Hao three meters away, and Zhang Yупing was also thrown off balance, landing precisely into Huang Hao's arms. Zhang Yупing was now clad only in a small pair of pants, her well-proportioned figure even more captivating. Yet Huangdao suppressed his inner impulses, for he did not wish to be hindered by emotion. He wanted to be a truly noble man—a man of strength—and to forge his path as a warrior who becomes a king, and then a sage. When Zhou Chao saw Zhang Yупing lying in Huangdao's arms, he grew even more furious and immediately threw another water ball at them, launching a furious assault.