In the empty, abandoned boiler room.
There was utter silence.
Everyone was frozen in place, staring transfixed at the figure shrouded in raging flames.
With his eyes tightly closed, Chen Yu quietly felt the temperature of the blood on his body surface for a while before opening his pure white eyes. He grasped his left little finger with his right hand and gently snapped it.
"Click!"
The little finger joint popped back into place.
"Plop." The cigarette fell from the man in glasses' hand. His mouth agape, dirty blood flowed from the corner of his mouth as he stuttered, "Tra...tra...tra...tra...tra...tra..."
"Shut up," Chen Yu said coldly.
"Gulp!" The man in glasses immediately shut his mouth, swallowing the liquid inside.
But there is a conservation of everything.
With "water" entering from above, it had to be expelled from below.
Not long after, the trousers of the man in glasses were soaked with urine.
"Clang!"
"Clash——"
