Chương 1806: Subjugating Weibull (2)

"No... no problem!"

Ba Jin's voice trembled slightly, and she forced a smile that was uglier than crying, as if this answer had exhausted all her strength.

"This is right!"

Seeing this, Napoleon nodded with satisfaction and a smile appeared on his face.

This smile seemed a little weird, which made people feel chilly.

Then, Napoleon's gaze turned to the distance and fell on Weeble, who was standing there stupidly.

Originally, Napoleon disliked Weebull in every way, but looking at him again at this moment, he suddenly felt that Weebull was much more pleasing to the eye.

"Even though we didn't recruit Ace, Weeble is pretty good too!"

Napoleon thought to himself.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, his mood seemed to improve, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, revealing a smile that came from the heart.

"Hey, big idiot, your mother wants to see you!"

Napoleon suddenly raised his voice and shouted at Weeble who was sitting in the big pit.

Weeble was sitting in the pit at this time. His body looked a little hunched, and the blood on his body had dried up and was no longer flowing, but the horrific injuries were still shocking.

However, Weeble seemed to feel no pain at all. He just sat stupidly in the pit, sniffing his nose and staring at Bakin intently.

Since Bakin arrived, Weeble stopped attacking. He sat there quietly like a sculpture under a spell, silently observing the communication between those weirdos and his mother.

Since Napoleon and others did not cause any harm to Bakin, they were not enemies in Weeble's eyes.

At this moment, when he heard his mother's call, Wilbur stood up without hesitation and walked straight towards Bakin with big strides.

"Mom, mom, Weeble is so hungry!"

Weibull shouted as he walked, with a hint of grievance in his voice.

After hearing what Weeble said, Bakin's first reaction was to curse and vent all her dissatisfaction.

Just as she was about to speak, a strong hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder, cutting her words off in her throat.

A deep fear surged into Bakin's heart, and her body trembled violently.

She turned her head and saw Murat standing beside her, staring at her expressionlessly.

"You should know what to say and what not to say!"

Murat's voice was cold, without any emotion.

Ba Jin's face turned pale instantly, and she nodded quickly to show that she understood.

In her heart, she thought to herself: "It's just a Weebull. Even if he was taken away by Napoleon, as long as I'm still alive, the worst that can happen is that I can spend some time to create a new one. It's just a pity..."

Thinking of this, Bakin immediately made up her mind not to let Weeble know too much.

At this moment, Weibull had already walked in front of Napoleon and his group.

"Mom, his beating hurts so much, it makes me feel so bad!"

Weibull covered the shocking wound on his chest with a face full of pain, and his voice trembled slightly, as if the wound was still aching.

His expression was very aggrieved, his eyes were red, tears were welling up in his eyes, but he was trying hard to hold them back, which made people feel pity for him.

When Napoleon and others witnessed this scene, they couldn't help but feel sympathy in their hearts.

They looked at the tall man in front of them. Although his strength was formidable, his IQ was like that of a three or four-year-old child, simple and naive.

"Son, son, it doesn't hurt, be good!"

Seeing this, Bakin hurriedly pretended to be a gentle and kind mother and comforted Wilbur softly.

She reached out and gently stroked Weeble's hair, trying to bring him some comfort.

Weibull seemed to enjoy Bakin's touch. His emotions stabilized a little, and he endured the pain in his body and said, "Well, Weibull doesn't hurt!"

His stomach started to growl at an inopportune moment.

"Mom, Weibull is so hungry, so hungry!"

Weeble looked at Bakin pitifully, holding his stomach and yelling.

He looked just like a starving child.

Ba Jin quickly responded, "No problem, Mom will take you to eat something delicious in a while. You can eat as much as you want!"

As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Napoleon and the other two, with a sly glint in her eyes.

When Napoleon and others heard what Bakin said, their hearts sank and their faces became gloomy.

They naturally understood that Bakin was playing tricks and deliberately using Weibull to threaten them.

Napoleon frowned tightly, and his big palm slowly pressed on Bakin's shoulder. A powerful force instantly transmitted from his palm to Bakin's whole body.

Ba Jin could no longer endure the severe pain and finally screamed out: "Ah!"

The scream was like lightning that cut through the night sky, sounding particularly harsh in the silence.

Bakin's expression was distorted with pain and her body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Ok?"

Napoleon was obviously dissatisfied with Bakin's scream. He snorted heavily, with a hint of majesty in his voice.

Ba Jin immediately realized her own loss of composure. She clenched her teeth, endured the pain, and dared not play any tricks again.

All of this was seen by Weeble, who was suddenly in such pain when he saw his mother, and his heart was suddenly in a panic.

"Mom, mom, what's wrong with you?"

Weeble looked at Bakin with horror on his face like a frightened child, and his voice was filled with tears.

Bakin wanted to comfort Weible, but before she could open her mouth, Napoleon stepped in front of her, blocking Weible's sight.

Seeing this, Weibull subconsciously revealed a murderous aura.

His expression became ferocious and terrifying, and his body involuntarily assumed a fighting stance. His eyes were fixed on Napoleon, full of vigilance.

Napoleon was not angered by Weeble's reaction. Instead, he looked at Weeble with a smile and said softly, "Don't panic, we are not enemies."

His voice was gentle and calm, and seemed to have a soothing magic.

Weibull's gaze lingered on Napoleon for a moment, as if he was a little puzzled by what he said.

Then, Weible's eyes involuntarily passed Napoleon and looked at Bakin behind him.

But Napoleon cleverly continued to block Weible's sight, like an insurmountable barrier, determined not to let Weible catch a glimpse of Bakin's figure.

Just behind Napoleon, Murat appeared quietly, holding a dagger that was shining coldly, and mercilessly put it across Bakin's neck.