“Not funny, Günter. You’re the only one who could pull this off.” Harry practically whined. Just take the damn money! You don’t even need it,...for God’s sake.Before Harry could even draw breath, he found he was unable to, because Günter’s hand was crushing his windpipe. Harry’s eyes got huge. Both his hands began frantically clutching at his friend’s fingers, hoping to relieve the pressure even a little.There was not a millimeter of give in Günter’s huge paw even though Harry was not a small,. I never get grades like this. Plus all my work is wrong. I don't even know how to do have this stuff because I don't pay attention in school." I had said exasperated. All the sudden he stood up, and came around the front of his desk. He gestured for me to sit down, and I did. "If you don't know what were doing maybe you should stay after school, and I can help you with your homework." He said handing me my homework. "And second of all I gave you those grades so that you could come to me. The stream of energy struck the defenseless blur that was Turan's soul and a shockwave spread across his consciousness. The pain was beyond what a ten years old boy could comprehend. One moment he had a clear sight on his opponent, the other a veil of nothingness engulfed his very existence.In terms of soul's power, Turan was inferior to Zax without a doubt. His Qi level was approximately at the Advance phase of level H, which meant that his soul was at least at that level, as well, but since. "Together, the two men refitted the set of pipes which they had removed four hours before. Finally, with the lashings secure and the belts tightened, they reopened the valves, allowing a burst of sulfurous gas to pour through the new turbine, and the generator chugged back to life. It was a large generator, with a series of snake-like pipes fitted to its base and five giant belts cranked around the main wheel, stretching off in five different directions toward the cities; it throbbed noisily.