Chapter 92

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Chapter 92 of "A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love" unveils: "Wait!" Without much thought, he shouted sternly. The others were somewhat confused, but seeing Chen Mo's unusual... Continue the story!

"Wait!" Without much thought, he shouted sternly. The others were somewhat confused, but seeing Chen Mo's unusual state, they promptly brought Tuka back. Chen Mo took the guitar pick pendant, rubbing it in his hand. If one looked closely, they would notice his fingers trembling slightly. Though many years had passed, he couldn’t possibly mistake it... This was... the guitar pick he used during his first stage performance. Because of its sentimental value, he had turned it into a necklace and given it to his sister. Something that had been missing for so long... Why was it here now? For a moment, Chen Mo seemed to want to stand up. But his condition didn’t allow it. His upper body moved slightly before he slumped back weakly into his wheelchair. "How did you get this?" Chen Mo maneuvered his wheelchair to Tuka, his gaze like a demon's, staring at him as if a single wrong word would lead to him being skinned alive. Tuka, having just survived the earlier ordeal, was lucky not to have fainted from the shock. "...I... found it on a kid," Tuka stammered. "What kid? Where did you meet them?" A delicate, youthful face flashed in Chen Mo's mind, but he didn’t dare to entertain the thought. He even felt a hint of avoidance. But how could Tuka know what he was thinking? Knowing his fate, honesty wouldn’t save his life, so he decided to play dumb. "I don’t remember... It was just some kid." His little act didn’t escape Chen Mo, who was furious and desperate for answers. Chen Mo extended a hand, and his subordinate immediately understood, placing a knife in his palm. In the next second, the blade came down! One of Tuka’s fingers flew into the air, blood splattering onto Chen Mo’s pale face. But he didn’t care, his demonic gaze still fixed on Tuka. "Tell me clearly. Where did you meet the kid?" Tuka screamed in pain. He never expected this sickly man to be so ruthless! Though Tuka looked strong, his years of selling drugs had made him soft, and he had long forgotten the days of living on the edge. Now, he was extremely sensitive to pain. Seeing Tuka only capable of screaming, Chen Mo didn’t hesitate to swing the knife again. How could such a good child have been born from Ji Tingzhou? Now that he thought about it, she resembled his sister so much, even her mischievous expressions were the same. Her talent in math? That was from him. He had always been good at math. All these thoughts raced through his mind in a second, while Tuka was practically ready to kowtow to him. First, she was Ji Tingzhou’s daughter, and now this? Don’t pick up kids near trash bins! He had learned his lesson the hard way! He really wanted to strangle his past self!! "I didn’t do anything! She was just poisoned and disoriented, but that was Zhu’s doing, not mine!" "She was locked in a cage, and none of us touched her... No... Wait..." Tuka remembered. Before he left, he had instructed them to administer the first stage of the procedure to the child. Now that he thought about it, a cold sweat broke out all over his body. Sure enough, Chen Mo’s expression turned demonic, his eyes terrifying as if he wanted to devour Tuka alive. "Continue with the previous orders." Chen Mo tossed Tuka aside, not sparing him another glance. "Take me there. Now. Immediately." If anything happened to Ji Nian, not even his death would be enough to atone. The only thing Chen Mo could be thankful for at this moment was that the dwarf had been captured. If he had been annoyed before, now he wished for the dwarf to be torn to pieces. As Chen Mo rushed over in desperation— Beneath a certain kindergarten. Ji Nian, the child everyone was worried about, had become a nightmare in the eyes of many with her small frame. "Don’t come any closer! Stay away!!" The man’s glasses were nowhere to be found, and he looked utterly disheveled, crawling on the ground. A thin silver needle was embedded in his thigh, the area around it visibly blackening, a testament to the poison’s potency. And the object of his fear? A mere seven-year-old girl, her curly hair slightly disheveled, dressed in a school uniform, her face delicate and beautiful, but her dark green eyes were icy cold, staring indifferently at her prey. "What kind of research are you doing? Take me to the lab." Seeing the man hesitate, she curled her lips into a terrifying smile. "Be warned, my patience is limited." "For these two questions, if you take too long to answer, I’ll cut off one of your fingers." "You wouldn’t want to be unable to wipe after taking a dump, would you?"

Chapter 92

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