The tone of the voice was neither high nor low, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, yet it carried an oppressive force.
The young man felt all the hairs on his body stand on end, the chilling sensation at his throat growing more pronounced.
He couldn't turn his head, but he could see from the corner of his eye.
It was just a fan handle.
But how could a mere fan stop him like this?
The most alarming part was that he hadn't heard any sound of breathing!
A robot, maybe?!
Yu Xiheng's eyes and brows showed a look of emotionlessness.
His hand still held the fan handle in a reverse grip, fingers long and tips pale.
Suddenly, his wrist flipped, the handle shifting down and tapping the young man's shoulder with a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
The young man was terrified into silence, his body rigid, his mind ceasing to function.
He realized he was completely immobilized.
