Liang Shiyue put it down and picked up other things.

"Iron ruler, you know the cowardly Song Dynasty, right? It was used by the constables of that dynasty. It's not lethal, mainly for self-defense, not very practical."

"The chain claw is too heavy; you won't know how to use it."

"Don't move it. That's a Dongwu umbrella, it's full of blades... and it's not really suitable for you."

As Ruan Jiaojiao spoke, she became more and more distressed. Looking at her small hands, which were not much thicker than a chicken claw, it seemed that she could not hold anything except a pen.

After fiddling around for a while, Liang Shiyue picked up an iron object about the length of her forearm.

"I want this one!"

Her reason for wanting this was simple: Dongzi died from this weapon, and Lu Yi's wounds were also caused by it.

Ruan Jiaojiao stared intently, "A military knife?"

Liang Shiyue stroked the four-sided blade at the top, her eyebrows furrowed tightly, and a murderous aura that contradicted her temperament emanated from her brows.

“I’ve researched it. This weapon has appeared in history. It’s a modified version of a four-sided spear. Jiaojiao, I’ve practiced this, but I can’t bring it on the plane…”

Lu Yi was fast asleep when he was suddenly awakened without warning.

I took out my phone and saw that it was just past 1 a.m.

He scrolled through the chat history, and just as he reached Gong Che's message, a photo popped up.

Sorry, there are a lot of documents today, she has to work overtime, but she will be paid overtime.

Lu Yi shook his head and pressed his phone to his chest.

Gu Keke, who was on the hospital bed next to him, groaned twice. Lu Yi rolled out of bed and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again after taking your medicine?"

Gu Keke didn't wake up, she just whimpered.

Lu Yi shook the sleeping Gu Huainan awake, "Watch over Keke, I'm going to find the doctor..."