Just as Wen Xin was about to make a move, she suddenly felt pain in her arm. She lowered her head to look at her arm and saw that an anesthetic needle had been inserted into it.
Wen Xin laughed coldly and removed the anesthetic needle from her arm. Just as she raised her head, she felt her consciousness become a little blurry…
Wen Xin realized the severity of the situation. She habitually reached into her pockets to search for something to defend herself.
Unfortunately, she was wearing casual clothes and there were no things she usually used in her pockets.
She leaned against the wall tightly, her fingernails digging into the flesh of her palms. She looked coldly at the man who was rushing towards her.
Wen Xin's dark eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of poison. He blocked the man's fist with one hand and clenched it tightly.
In an instant, the man's eyes were filled with shock. He tried hard to break free, but he could not break free.
