"Let me see where the head is."
In the dim warehouse, Fu Qian, with the help of something barely qualifying as an arm, found the location of the head.
After confirming, his hand reached forward, grappling a heavy iron cage on the table.
Wait a second, it seemed he had forgotten something.
His mind creaked and, after a few seconds of stillness, Fu Qian released the iron cage and reached to the side.
The hand bell, heavier than the cage, was picked up without hesitation and he fiercely struck the head with it.
The sensation of pain was irrelevant now, but the sound that erupted inside his head undoubtedly stirred countless ripples, almost causing him to lose his current form.
However, the upside was that the chaotic thoughts were cleared.
The effect of the tranquilizer was indeed admirable, truly able to dispel the madness of the human heart.
In reflection, Fu Qian slowly lifted the Sweet Dream Cage and secured it onto the "head."
