He was sober?
This sudden twist delighted Xiang Wan.
She turned to look at him, wanting to have a clear look at his face.
"Don't move," he said, "cooperate… with me!"
Although he said these few simple words very softly, he was actually gritting his teeth, as if he was using every remaining strength he had left…
Oh, yes! The cameras…
Xiang Wan struggled painfully. "… No."
"This… should be… a kill chamber, a real-life version."
Bai Muchuan gasped for air while explaining, but the burning feeling he exhumed from his breath was contradictory in the face of his explanation.
One felt like ice, the other fire.
On one hand, Bai Muchuan was like fire, that he could almost melt everything he touched.
The other was the cold and calm Bai Muchuan who could still analyze the situation.
As Xiang Wan listened, she was taken aback. "Bai Muchuan… you…"
"I feel… very uncomfortable…" he said with difficulty.
