"Hahaha, cry all you want, I see who you can call for help!"
The middle-aged man with a pale face laughed triumphantly, a look of smug satisfaction on his face as he watched Lin Wan'er and said, "Tonight, even if you scream your throat sore, no one will come to your rescue!"
With those words, he casually formed a hand seal and immobilized Lin Wan'er where she stood.
He then slapped his storage pouch at his waist and took out a small jade bottle. From it, he poured out a reddish-brown elixir emitting a strange fragrance and forcibly fed it to Lin Wan'er, making her swallow it.
After completing this, he looked at Lin Wan'er, who was unable to speak, and said with a sinister smile, "Do you really want to know what elixir I just made you take?"
Upon hearing his words, Lin Wan'er's eyes immediately revealed a look of panic.
With her intelligence, she could easily infer certain things from the pale-faced middle-aged man's prior words.
