Caught off guard, Lin Yaoxian was flung away, his jawbone distorted, a few blood-stained teeth flying from his mouth. When his whole body slammed against the inner wall of the elevator, he was still somewhat bewildered.
A piercing screeching sound echoed as the elevator ascended.
The agonizing pain strung his nerves, turning the confusion in Lin Yaoxian's eyes into raging fury, but immediately, a massive hand clamped onto his skull.
"You talk too much," said Li Ming in a cold voice, sounding next to his ear.
A sense of dread rose in Lin Yaoxian's heart, and he suddenly realized something was terribly off about this man. Why would he be an E-class life form!?
He was not utterly powerless to resist, but having held a high position for so long had made him averse to risking confrontation, particularly against someone like Li Ming, who he deemed at a dead end.
There was no need to engage in a life-or-death struggle with such a person.
