Chen Yan noticed that the person seed to have sothing in their mouth, waiting for him to get closer, ready to spray it at his face.
But under the "Fixed Character Technique," an immortal magic, how could he muster any strength?
As a result...
He got stuck.
A bright, tallic object was stuck between his tongue and teeth, and the forceful motion he intended didn’t exert any strength.
His face turned extrely ugly instantly, his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say sothing.
Chen Yan thought for a mont, quickly felt around the bed, and picked up the syringe the person had brought.
It was a pistol-style syringe, with a drug storage tube attached.
He looked at it briefly and then, without hesitation, jabbed it into the man’s arm and pulled the trigger.
The needle pierced into the man’s arm, but he didn’t utter a sound, and as the drug was pushed into his body...
After a few seconds, the man’s gaze started to blur, and his tense muscles relaxed.
After making a rough judgnt, Chen Yan confird — this drug seed not to be lethal, but rather sothing akin to an anesthetic.
The opponent... wanted to capture him?
Wrapping a piece of cloth around his finger, Chen Yan reached into the man’s mouth and pulled out the weapon he intended to use for a sneak attack.
It was a needle, but the color didn’t seem right. Chen Yan suspected it was coated with so drug, so he avoided touching it directly, pinched it out, and wrapped it in a tissue from the table.
Glancing at the closed door, Chen Yan kicked the man unconscious, then with a flick of his hand, another talisman quickly dissolved.
Dragging the man, Chen Yan disappeared from the room, stepping back into the mirror world.
·
In the mirror world, Chen Yan did not imdiately interrogate the man but threw him on the ground and covered his face with a towel.
In the short term, this man couldn’t move — the effect of the Law Order·Fixed Character Technique, sothing an ordinary person couldn’t break.
If this man could break his Fixed Character Technique, unless he was an extrely advanced cultivator.
After finishing these, Chen Yan gently opened the room door and quickly went out.
Across the hall, Chen Yan went to the room of Mao, stood at the door, and lightly tested it with his hand.
The door twisted open under his grip, and he pushed it in!
The window inside the room was wide open; the cold wind mixed with snowflakes roared in, dispelling the warmth inside!
After entering, Chen Yan imdiately turned around and shut the door.
Inside, it was already a ss.
The bedding was thrown on the floor, in disarray.
Chen Yan glanced over quickly and confird: there were signs of dragging and fighting in the room!
A glass on the table had fallen to the floor, and the table was overturned.
Then, he saw a half footprint on the windowsill.
·
In the hotel’s underground parking lot.
The big G in the corner started with a rumbling roar, and the headlights turned on.
Mao, dressed in leather, sat in the driver’s seat, slowly stepping on the gas and pulling the big G out of the parking space.
Her golden hair was tied in a ponytail, a sable hat pressed low over her head, almost touching her eyebrows.
Just as she drove out of the parking spot, turned the wheel, and was about to drive away...
Suddenly, a hand abruptly reached out from the window!
Mao was caught off guard, her neck grasped by this hand! No matter how frantically she struggled, the strength of this mysterious hand was sothing she couldn’t resist.
Her breath was stifled instantly, and in her frantic struggle, her hand twisted the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve and nearly crash into a pillar in the parking garage.
But another hand reached through the window glass, exerting a massive strength to straighten the steering wheel while pressing her head into the horn!
Bang!!
Mao’s face was covered in blood from her nose.
Bang!
Once more!
After two knocks, Mao’s eyes went blank, and she finally lost consciousness.
Subsequently, the car slowly stopped, the door opened, and Mao was thrown from the driver’s seat to the back seat.
The car, as if unattended, then slowly restarted, backed into the parking space, and turned off.
Everything returned to calm.
·
When Mao awoke again, her eyelids fluttered slightly but didn’t open; her first instinct was to reach for her waist.
Just as she intended to continue pretending to be unconscious, she heard a voice in her ear.
"Stop pretending, bitch."
Chen Yan sat beside Mao coldly, then without any politeness, splashed a cup of liquid on her face!
"Ah!!!!"
Mao scread.
Her face was injured from being slamd into the steering wheel twice, her pretty face now with a distinctive cut on her nose bridge and a gash on her forehead.
The liquid splashed on her face was clearly not just water.
She could sll the intense odor!
It was a glass of strong liquor!
The sudden splash of strong liquor on her wounds caused Mao to scream in pain instinctively.
But while covering her face in pain, Mao suddenly sprang up, quickly reaching for her waist...
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