It was time for them to bid farewell.
Baby Robbie had a lot to say to Jenson, but for some reason, he was so drowsy that his eyelids started drooping.
His gaze fell on the glass of water on the bedside table. He then realized in hindsight that he had been bottled up like a turtle trapped in a jar by Jenson the moment he came home tonight.
"What did you put in my drink?"
Jenson sat in front of Baby Robbie, his voice sounding as melodious as a broadcaster-so gentle it was as if it had the power to heal heartaches.
"Baby Robbie, I know that you're very skilled in martial arts, but in order to stop you from escaping, I put some cartilage-weakening powder in your drink. Don’t worry, neither the biochemical glue nor the cartilage-weakening powder will last. Give it at most 4 8 hours and you'll be free again."
Baby Robbie's voice grew weaker and weaker. "Your battle with the military intelligence division will be over after 48 hours. You're really cunning, Jenson."
Jenson put Baby Robbie down on the bed carefully and covered him with a blanket, saying, "Have a good
rest. When you wake up, you'll be able to return to Mommy and Daddy’s side, calling them 'Mommy' and ' Daddy’ without any scruples. You can also act like a baby in front of them as you've always done before."
Baby Robbie's eyes were moist. "No, Jens."
Jenson fished out a letter from his arms and stuffed it into Baby Robbie's hand, instructing him, "Baby Robbie, everything that I want to say to you is written i n this letter. Take a good look at it when you wake up."
Dawn crept over soundlessly. With frost on his face, Jenson pulled the villa door open and walked toward the barrier without a single hesitation.
The barrier platform that Grand Old Master Yorks set u p was really simple due to time restraints. It was just a high platform with a bunch of pillars surrounding it. All the top ten elders were standing around the high platform.
Jenson saw the high platform from a distance and launched himself into the air, landing on the high platform steadily like a crane spreading its wings. Then, after putting his hands together and steadying his footing in an awe-inspiring manner, he swept his bright and eagle eyes across the top ten elders.
There was no audience.
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