"You're late."
"The tea has been consumed, and the Spirit Powder has entered her brain."
"Make it or die, she won't live long."
What...?
Make it?
Or...die??
Everything around him, as if through a wide-angle camera lens, stretched and distorted.
Fang Yu felt a buzzing in his head as he looked down with widened eyes, his fists clenching unconsciously.
The surge of murderous intent that emerged was barely perceptible before it was immediately caught by the matchmaker.
"Humph! Are you angry? I haven't even come to you for spoiling my plans yet!"
The matchmaker's voice, when it reached his ears, sounded twisted and deformed.
The last bit of rationality allowed him to speak in a hoarse voice, somberly, "You're going to kill her!"
"Don't worry, it's only a cup's worth; she can hold on for at least a month."
"By then, the second phase of the plan should start."
"You might as well tear off that human skin and come work for me."
