Gan Tang saw her, eyes flashing with surprise, still struggling. The guard had already closed the lid of the box and locked it tightly, then kicked the corner of the box hard.
"Stay put!"
As his subordinates packed up and cleaned the traces, Sam threw a coat to Qian Xueying, grabbed her arm, and injected her with a prepared drug.
Qian Xueying frowned and asked, "What… what did you inject me with?"
Sam pulled out the needle. "Something to make you not feel pain, of course."
Something to make her not feel pain?
Qian Xueying's pupils contracted. "You… you injected me with morphine?"
"Morphine?" Sam sneered. "This is way purer than morphine."
Just one sentence, and Qian Xueying's face turned pale.
"You… you injected me with drugs?"
"Don't get so worked up!" Sam tossed the syringe into the trash can. "Soon, you'll learn to love it!"
"You!"
Qian Xueying wanted to burst out in anger, but when she met Sam's gaze, she softened.
