Xu Chunliang took out his phone and snapped a series of shots of Qu Chuanfu.
Qu Chuanfu felt like dying; all the humiliation he'd suffered in his life added together couldn't compare to this very moment.
Xu Chunliang said, "Qu Chuanfu, listen to me carefully. From today on, you're a cripple. I'll spare your life for now. You're going to honestly explain who ordered you to publish those articles smearing Chinese medicine."
He struck out and released Qu Chuanfu's acupoints; Qu Chuanfu felt a loosening in his chest and let out a low moan that made him feel utterly ashamed.
Realizing he had regained control of his body, Qu Chuanfu silently crawled up from the floor, pulled up his pants, and out of the corner of his eye saw Xu Chunliang still brazenly filming him. Rage surged up—after suffering such a monstrous humiliation, he felt he had no face to live. He grabbed the fruit knife from the coffee table and lunged at Xu Chunliang.
