Chapter Fourteen: The Pine Tendon Soft Bone Powder

"It's over, it's over. With a stick that big, even if the streamer doesn't die, he'll be gravely injured."

"If it lands on his backside, maybe that's not so bad, but if it hits his back or anywhere else, they're clearly trying to kill him!"

"Damn, these people from another world are truly vicious."

"Streamer, you still owe us so many cultivation manuals and secret techniques—don't let anything happen to you!"

"Don't worry, the streamer definitely has protagonist's luck; he won't die."

In the live stream, tens of millions of viewers were holding their breath for Chen Bo. With that staff coming down, let alone Chen Bo—a rookie at body refinement—even an iron man wouldn't be able to withstand it!

Pinned to the ground by several Law Enforcement Hall members, Chen Bo felt pain in all four limbs; these people were clearly using lethal force. He made sure to direct the camera at them, memorizing their faces.

Well, actually, he was letting the viewers take screenshots of their faces.

"Don't worry, I won't die. My cheap old man is still the family head, and though these guys work for Elder Zhang, they wouldn't dare go too far and offend the patriarch. But some suffering is inevitable—maybe this time I'll be bedridden for a month or two," Chen Bo said with a bitter smile. He hadn't expected the Second Elder to ignore his father's standing and treat him this way. It seemed his father's authority in the Chen family had been almost completely stripped away. If not for his own strength, he probably wouldn't be able to keep his position as head of the family much longer. Some of the elders were clearly ambitious.

Just as Chen Bo braced himself for the beating, he noticed Director Xie wanted a private chat. Without hesitation, Chen Bo accepted the video call.

Before Chen Bo could speak, Director Xie rushed in, "Quick, you absolutely can't let yourself be injured so badly! Remember, you still have your three-year pact! Don't you have plenty of gold coins in your account? Use them for a lucky draw! It's last-minute, but it's still worth a try!"

Chen Bo was stunned. Of course! He had over two hundred thousand gold coins—why not try a lucky draw and see if it could help?

Truly, those involved can't see clearly, while bystanders have a better view. In this moment, Chen Bo finally realized: even if the system was sometimes unreliable, he had an entire world out there coming up with ideas for him. What was there to fear? What did he have to worry about?

Earth had billions of people—maybe not as many as the Wildlands Continent, but among billions, there must be a few geniuses! Besides, didn't the ancients say that three ordinary men could match a strategist like Zhuge Liang?

With Earth as his backup, what was there to fear?

As the staff was about to come crashing down, Chen Bo instantly summoned the lucky draw wheel. In that moment, it was as if time stood still—the staff only inches from his body. He took in every detail of the faces around him: curious, ferocious, gloating.

"Use the Intermediate Prize Wheel!" At his command, the originally red-and-yellow wheel began to transform in a marvelous way.

The wheel became luxurious, adorned with intricate carvings where streams of light flowed, making it appear noble and extraordinary. It also grew larger; instead of twelve slots, there were now eighteen, and the items within had utterly changed. It was a world apart from the basic prize wheel.