At this moment, many people looked at Barrett Walker with fear in their eyes, and many others looked at him with ambiguity. Unfortunately, the cells and blood extracted from his body were indistinguishable from ordinary ones. Just thinking about the few remaining drops of red reagent, the price has multiplied! Everyone looked at Rose with a regretful expression. There was no residue of reagent in her body, let alone mutated cells. Perhaps everything had turned into the conditions for Rose's advancement.

But no matter how Barrett Walker provoked, the war god remained silent with no response. Suddenly, Barrett Walker looked towards Laura Walker. In his instinctual intuition, this person made him very hateful! Suddenly, a pair of large fists struck towards Laura Walker, fierce and without any restraint. Laura Walker exclaimed, and Barrett Walker's force was too strong, leaving her puzzled as to why someone who had bullied her for more than ten years would dare to strike at her in front of so many people. Even as a one-star general, it still scared her enough to grab Morton Walker's arm, causing her to lose face!

Morton Walker only had a brief moment of absentmindedness, but he instantly reacted. He pointed at Barrett Walker's fist, causing him to tremble and withdraw slightly, showing signs of pain. This immediately made him more cautious, glaring at Morton Walker with hatred, but not daring to approach as the gap between them was quite vast!

"It's just a discussion about the war god's 80th birthday celebration. If it's this lively today, I wonder how much more lively it will be tomorrow at the grand celebration!"

"Let's not discuss these matters. It wouldn't be good if the war god heard us."

"It seems like he doesn't recognize Morton Walker, huh?"

"No way! This is his father! Could he really be so insane?"

As everyone looked at Barrett Walker's appearance, they each expressed their opinions.

Roar! Barrett Walker's huge body suddenly took two steps and, still persistent, he struck a heavy blow towards Geddon Walker and Laura Walker beside Morton Walker. Morton Walker sighed heavily, then suddenly rushed forward and proceeded to touch various points on Barrett Walker's body, causing his massive body to instantly stiffen and collapse, but he was caught by Rose who rushed forward.

Everyone looked in amazement at the scene just now, all speculating about what had happened. Some people saw how Morton Walker acted and were shocked. Was this the acupoint technique from Huaxia martial arts? It was obviously not as magical as the martial arts novels depicted, but after the acupoints were sealed, it could still render someone powerless, even someone like Barrett Walker. Everyone was curious about the secrets of the Walker family's martial arts.

Laura Walker looked at Barrett Walker, being supported by Rose, and wished to kick him a few times for causing her to lose face in front of so many people. But when Rose glanced at her, she immediately retracted her foot. She then sneered at Rose with a voice only the two of them could hear, "The decisions made by the war god cannot be changed. I really don't understand why your judgment is so poor. I suggest you find another person as soon as possible!"

Rose supported Barrett Walker's body and, with a slightly faltering gaze, sighed. Indeed, the weight of the two words "war god" was enough to change anything in the Federation. Even the combined weight of the three major families paled in comparison to the impact of a single word from the war god. However, she still did not abandon Barrett Walker and leave. Instead, she supported him and walked towards his room.

Barrett Walker had returned to his normal size, and Rose sat by the bedside, looking at his furrowed brows, wanting to smooth them out but finding them as hard as iron. She felt a tinge of heartache. Born into such a family, everything about the war god was no longer about honor but rather a burden forcibly imposed on him, causing him to struggle for breath under its weight.

The door gently opened, and Rose looked up in surprise to see Morton Walker. She immediately lowered her head, focusing her attention on Barrett Walker as if she were an older sister taking care of him with concern.

"Do you not understand what's happening?" Morton Walker brought over a small stool and sat at the bedside, looking at Rose's profile with a wry smile.

For Rose, who was once an idol for the women of the Federation, she seemed disinterested at this moment, responding with a soft "mm" without raising her head.

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Morton Walker seemed to not notice Rose's rudeness, maintaining his gentle and refined demeanor. He placed a hand on Barrett Walker's pulse, speaking as he took his pulse, "I have always loved him, and that has never changed. The responsibility of the war god's family is not just his to bear, but mine as well. I have borne it heavily for over ten years, enough to almost suffocate me. When he mentioned Muse, I was truly angry. He shouldn't have doubted my love for Muse. When he fainted and was expelled from the family, I was also very upset. But what could I do? This time, you and he have gained such a great opportunity, and he can come back, but he really shouldn't have brought up these matters..."

Rose sat by the bedside, showing no reaction as if she hadn't heard Morton Walker's complaints. She simply watched Barrett Walker quietly, and it seemed that he had also heard his father's grievances. His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, making him appear very calm.

"I don't know if this virus is good or bad for you, if it might lurk in your body. So in the future, please don't do this to him again!" After examining Barrett Walker, Morton Walker, seeing that Rose was ignoring him, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Do you truly want him to marry someone he doesn't love?" Rose still didn't lift her head, suddenly asking.

Morton Walker couldn't see the expression on Rose's face. After pondering for a long time, he finally said, "I think you know in your heart... his feelings for you, I'm afraid..."

"This world could be destroyed at any time, so there's no need to be too attached to things. He has no choice, but I will wait. I will wait for him to see his own heart clearly." Rose lifted her head, her face calm as if nothing had happened, and she looked directly at Morton Walker. Her courage was truly admirable.

Morton Walker chuckled softly, "No wonder your cultivation speed is so fast! You have a truly brave heart."

For Morton Walker's sudden change of topic, Rose was unimpressed and asked back, "Don't you also have such a heart?"

"If he works hard on his own, then I won't let him marry someone he doesn't love. Even if it costs me my life, I will see it through. Please keep this a secret for me!" Before leaving, Morton Walker finally revealed his intentions. Rose turned her head to look at Morton Walker, but he had already closed the door and left. Rose guessed that Morton Walker's departing figure might be lonely and desolate!

"You've been here with me all this time!" Barrett Walker woke up not long after being unconscious, looking at Rose in front of the bed with some guilt. Recalling everything that had just happened, he felt the most guilty towards Rose. Thinking about his appearance just now - in a white nightgown, with a bald head, looking sickly - and how he had kissed her in front of so many people due to his pride, he wondered how much trouble it would bring her in the future!

"Not long?" Rose said, "I don't know why, but after I helped you inside, no one has come to see you. Are they afraid you might turn into a gorilla and scare them?"

Barrett Walker lay on the bed, listening to Rose's joke. He sat up and leaned back on the bed, giving her a pale and weak smile, saying, "Maybe they want us to have some alone time together!"

"Look at yourself now, do you even have the strength?" Rose said ambiguously, then suddenly took a small mirror and handed it to Barrett Walker. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, he was instantly speechless. His appearance was truly terrifying! He threw the mirror aside and said, "Who is this bald guy? Although I'm not handsome, I don't have the potential to become a zombie!"

"You should lie down and rest quickly!" Rose quickly pressed Barrett Walker's shoulder, urging him to lie back down on the bed.

Ros' towering bosom was pressed against Barrett Walker's face, as he caught a whiff of the fragrance emanating from her body. Despite his extreme weakness, he felt a fiery flame burning within him, causing a surge of heat to rise upwards. Without thinking, his mind went blank and he instinctively wrapped his arms around Ros' waist. Despite his apparent weakness, his strength was considerable, and as Ros forcefully tried to make him lie down, they tumbled onto the bed. Waves of heat radiated from Barrett's body and washed over Ros, whose sensitive skin blushed a rosy pink, resembling blossoming peach flowers.

After a moment of panic, Ros pushed her hands against Barrett's chest, causing him to cry out in pain. She quickly released her grip and fell into Barrett's embrace, their lips meeting once again. It was like dry wood meeting a raging fire, or a drowsy person finding a pillow.

Barrett held Ros' head and kissed her deeply, feeling an urgent need to release not only the fire within him, but also the worries of his heart. Despite Ros' initial resistance, she gradually responded with a hint of passion, wrapping her arms around Barrett's neck.

Rolling over to pin her beneath him, Barrett longed to merge Ros into his body. He removed his pajamas, his sleeves still lingering at his wrists, and eagerly sought closeness with her. Although it was Barrett's first time, Ros was an exceptional woman, and their chemistry was undeniable.

As Barrett straddled Ros, preparing to remove his pants, he was captivated by her flushed face and mature, passionate demeanor, longing to love and ravish her. If the students from the public high school saw their grade principal in this state, they would surely lose control and give in to their desires.

Who hasn't experienced youthful recklessness? Who doesn't yearn for a beloved? Perhaps only after experiencing it do we realize that passion for a loved one has little to do with courage, and everything to do with impulsiveness.