"No good!"
"Hold your breath quickly!"
"This scent is poisonous!"
Zhao Sen hurriedly pinched his nose, but it was still a bit too late. A strong sense of dizziness made his body rapidly weaken.
At the same time, the force entwining his ankle suddenly increased several fold.
The two of them were instantly dragged toward the inside of the door.
But just then, a hand suddenly grabbed him. Zhao Sen turned his head and saw it was one of the two bodyguards who always followed Zhang Ye.
Underneath the blackish-gray fabric wrapping their entire bodies seemed to hide something else.
It made the two of them look exceptionally burly.
Their movements came with strange sounds, like the swishing of metal blades rubbing against each other.
Zhao Sen couldn't even say thank you.
His consciousness began to blur.
He felt a splitting headache.
Through the haze, he saw Zhang Ye's figure being dragged into the room by several black tendrils.
