I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror Chapter 168 - 152 Ward and Achi’s Deal

At that mont, Ward lay sprawled on the bed, simply unable to lie flat.

Last night, that guy went balls to the wall, so much that he was completely pooped out, not to ntion.

Achi just wouldn’t let up...

How could it not be burning hot?

Especially since Achi popped so many little pills.

The damage was maxed out!

Seriously: straight to the stomach, occasionally hitting the lungs!

So now Ward could only lie face down; he couldn’t lie back.

As for Achi...

Tsk.

His cheeks visibly sunken in.

He was completely listless.

Achi: ٩(◞›´⌓`‹◟)...seriously, feels like my body’s been hollowed out.

That would have been enough.

But add to that the destructive power of Ward’s Hell’s Gate, and it was no joke how hard it was just to stand up.

You could convince soone Achi caught so biohazard virus or sothing!

Now Achi was grimacing with a Q-tip soaked in alcohol disinfecting himself.

Who knows how much E. coli there might be?

Ward shifted slightly on the bed with so difficulty.

"Glasses, don’t forget what you promised ..."

Achi, who was wiping his precious, turned black with fury and snorted coldly, turning his back.

He really didn’t want to deal with this asshole.

To prevent being wasted, he could be so cruel to himself!

What the fuck?

Since you’re already suffering this much, you might as well have just chiseled open?

At that ti, Ward actually did feel regret.

Honestly, getting chiseled would have been more comfortable than the chili oil drops!

And what’s most crucial is that even after dropping the chili oil, he still couldn’t escape the fate of being chiseled.

This ti, it was a genuine loss, right down to grandma’s house.

Seeing Achi unwilling to deal with him, Ward gritted his teeth and spat out a vicious threat.

"What do you an, planning to break your word?"

After paying such an astronomical price, was he being played for a fool?

With that thought, Ward ignored the pain in his backside and forced himself to his feet.

Ward: (งᵒ̌皿ᵒ̌)ง⁼³₌₃

"I warn you! You damn well better keep your word, or I... or I..."

Achi swept his gaze over the blond hunk impatiently.

"Or what? You’re going to hit ?"

"Or... or I’ll die in front of you! No, that’s not right! Before I die, I’ll tell everyone in the villa about your ’mighty spear thrust into Yellow River’, every single one!!"

Achi easily brushed aside Ward’s initial threat about dying, so death be it.

But the latter part...

Fuck?

Goddamn "mighty spear thrust into Yellow River"!

If that got out, Achi figured he’d be shunned by everyone in the villa.

He might even beco a laughing stock for years to co.

Maybe...

Just kill him now?

Sensing Achi’s murderous intent, Ward wasn’t scared in the slightest!

"You want to kill ? Do you know what my talent is? Do you think you can kill before I run out of your room?"

"You dare threaten ?"

"That’s right! I’m threatening you! Fuck your mother! I’ll fuck your @#￥*&!"

Having lost his dignity as a man, Ward, with red eyes, was now throwing all caution to the wind!

What was his talent?

Watching the near-collapse of Ward, Achi hesitated.

He could undoubtedly finish off this hotshot.

But the problem was that he wasn’t 100% sure he could do it before the news spread out.

To gamble or not?

Of course not gamble!

It was just revealing so not-so-secret secrets to him; no big deal.

Achi thought it wasn’t worth risking his steamy history over a gamble!

"You son of a bitch, talk! Don’t be silent! Otherwise, I swear, I’d rather shatter than live in disgrace!"

Achi’s frowning pondering made Ward even more nervous.

He was scared the freak was concocting so twisted idea in his mind!

Seeing Ward’s red eyes and a body quivering with tension, Achi’s expression beca even more peculiar.

"Bro, I admit the threats you’re throwing have so edge, they really do, but...but could you pull up your pants before you go all tough? It’s quite the mood breaker to see it dangling around."

Ah this...

Distraught, Ward’s body froze.

(๑ʘ̅дʘ̅๑) "Cough, I kind of forgot about that, but it’s not important! This...this isn’t important, just tell quickly! Are we going to fight to the death or what!"

"Chill, chill, I’ll tell you, isn’t that fine? Why all the anxiety? But you have to promise one thing."

Ah?

Ward’s face went dark as the bottom of a pot.

Hehehe.

This fucking bitch has been ssing with from the start, huh?

"Don’t look at like that, what I want you to promise is to clean my room; that’s not too much to ask, is it?"

Regarding the room...

Well, indeed.

Last night Ward made such a ss of the entire room, covering every inch of it.

After all, under his incredible pressure, not even the ceiling was spared.

After fernting overnight, plenty of it had dried up there...

To clean it up would actually be quite a big job, to say the least.

"You made the ss yourself, I’m letting you clean it. That’s fair, right?"

"Not... not too much, but you have to tell what you promised first!"

"Okay, sure can!"

Achi put down the cotton swab he was holding, with a long road ahead of him, knowing his precious jewel had a long way to go before it recovered.

"Let’s first talk about who holds less lethal intent towards you."

Besides himself and Old King, Achi reluctantly listed Old Wu, Little Qing, Little Ran, and Aunt Xiu as the three individuals.

"Little Ran and Aunt Xiu don’t want to kill either?"

Ward interrupted Achi.

Hold on, that’s not right?