Chapter 332 Don’t Come Over Here
This scene left everyone in the room stunned, their eyes wide in disbelief.
"What’s going on? What have you done to him?"
Serena Summers innocently blinked her eyes and spread her hands, "I didn’t do much, just a silver needle. It’s his fault he couldn’t bear it, blame me?"
The person curled up on the ground, veins throbbing on his forehead, heard this.
Just a silver needle... that’s all?
With another, he figured he would be dead.
So painful, even the pain endurance training was not enough to resist.
His face paled, cold sweat gradually soaking his forehead; suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: maybe death is the way out.
It hurts too much. Why live? Why endure all this?
Serena Summers squatted down, looking at the man writhing in pain on the floor.