"You little shit, this has nothing to do with you, so shut up if you don't want to die! Think you have the right to make decisions? You're not qualified!" The masked man utterly disregarded Chen Wei's presence, threatening him with life and death.
"Before you threatened me with death, didn't you feel something wrong with your body?" Chen Wei was unfazed and said with interest as he reminded the masked man.
"Something wrong? What could possibly be...ugh!" Mid-sentence, the masked man's expression suddenly twisted, his brow furrowed, and he clutched his chest, showing signs of extreme discomfort.
"What, what have you done to me! Why, why do I feel so much pain!" the masked man tried to use his gun to threaten Chen Wei for an explanation.
The next second, however, he realized he couldn't even feel his arms as if they were broken, just dangling by his sides.
Then, his legs began to give out as well, unable to support his body, and he fell to the ground, like a lump of mud.
