Chapter 328

Chapter 328 You’re Still the God of Battle Anthony asked Lilly inside the room, “How’s the job?”

She answered, “We found that lady, and there’s a corpse inside her room. It’s being marinated, and it’s only been getting smelly recently, so the lady smelled it. She fainted; the police brought the corpse away.”

He managed to understand her expression, and he nodded and said, “Did your Daddy bring you there by taxi?TM*

She shook her head and exclaimed, “Daddy brought me a huge motorcycle!” He, he! We’re flying!”

Anthony was furious upon hearing it. She’s so young; hot dare he bring her on a motorcycle? He tried to keep his composure and asked, “You have to understand that your dad is not always correct.” But he suddenly thought that being flexible might not be a bad thing. Sometimes, being too rigid isn’t suitable for dealing with complicated individuals. Who will be able to teach her how to interact with unreasonable people once she’s out to work next time? I can’t be sure that she’ll always meet reasonable people. So, it might be good for her to learn now. He frowned and said, “Lilly…”

She suddenly said, “Well, Daddy might be wrong sometimes, but it doesn’t hurt.”

He felt funny listening to her words; he was actually relieved that she was still innocent after mingling.

with Blake a lot, and she was even more determined and livelier now. It’s okay for a kid to be a little bit naughty. As long as she grows up to be a fine human being, won’t interrupt that much.

“Indeed, it doesn’t hurt.” He caressed her head and said, “You can always come to me if anything happens in the future. I’ll always have your back.” He hoped that she could feel safe telling him anything and not distance herself from him as she grew up.

“Yes!” She muttered as she hugged him, “Uncle Anthony, I’ve brought the female spirit back.”

He was stunned and asked, “Where is she?”

She answered, “She’s right behind you.” The spirit was released, and she was glaring at Anthony. He felt cold on his neck, and he could not control his facial expression.

Lilly continued to say, “But she remembered nothing, not even the killer. The first one she saw was Ms.

Tiffany.” It’s so weird… was Ms. Tiffany still there after the murderer left? She could not understand it:

when the spirits lost their memories, they had to go back to the murdered scene to look for the killer in order to gain back their memories.

He changed the topic and said, “Let’s eat first!” He secretly moved away from the spirit after he spoke.

Lilly nodded and went to brush her teeth, and she greeted Polly, saying, “Hey, Polly, I’m back!”

Polly slanted its head and said, “Hello, did you eat?”

She answered sadly, “No, I don’t have breakfast to eat today!”

Polly was shocked and said, “Oh my! Such a tragedy!”

She replied, “I know, right?”

Anthony found her funny. Does she really think she’ll be starved? Old Mrs. Crawford only mentioned that she can’t have bread or soy drinks. I can guarantee that there’ll be other food. “Your grandmother forbade you to have bread; but maybe you’ll be having noodles. Faster brush your teeth.” She regained her motivation and quickly brushed her teeth.

Polly flapped its fur, and it looked curiously at Blake, who was doing push-ups. “Nine hundred and ninety- nine…” Blake was counting. Polly was excited, as it knew how to count too, and it counted out loud! Blake was speechless, and he ignored it; he continued to count by himself. But Polly still interrupted his counts; he was still at one thousand and two hundredth push-up when Lilly nearly finished her breakfast.

Edward yawned as he walked down from the stairs, and he was excited to see Blake doing push-ups.

“How long has he been doing it?” He randomly asked a maid, The maid answered, “Erm, since six o’clock in the morning?”

He looked at the time, and it was only seven o’clock. It’s impossible to do one thousand push-ups in less than an hour! He must be faking it! We used two hours to do one thousand push-ups last time.

“Was anyone keeping counts? He must be cheating.” Edward bent at Blake’s side and said, Blake raised his eyebrow and said, “Is it my fault that you’re incapable?”

He was taunted, and he recalled how Blake looked at him when he did push-ups the previous time. He said, “Since you’re so great, I’ll be keeping the count now! If you can’t do one thousand in half an hour… I’ll tell my mother about it!”

Blake sneered, “How old are you?”

Edward was annoyed as he lost to him in both fights and quarrels. “Do it now! Show me how great you are!” Edward spoke coldly.

“Count properly.” He focused on the push-ups; it was nothing for him as he had had more intensive training in the past few years. He had rested enough when he talked to Edward just now. He was so fast at doing it that Edward was dumbstruck in disbelief. He did one thousand push-ups in just sixteen minutes.

In war, the stronger soldiers had a higher survival rate compared to the weaker ones. He was able to complete one thousand and nine hundred sit-ups or one thousand and six hundred push-ups in less than half an hour. They were doing the so-called impossiblein order to survive in wars. Blake got up and said, “One thousand push-ups in sixteen minutes.” He glanced at Edward and patted his shoulder.

Edward was completely dumbfounded, and he thought that Blake was just trying to play cool! Let’s see how shaky your hands are during breakfast later.