Chen Yang, like a drowning man clutching his last straw, lunged desperately toward Feng Ju, his voice laced with frantic despair:
"Captain Feng, Captain Feng, please help me..."
Feng Ju's eyes were as cold as a poisoned blade, sweeping over Chen Yang's face as if looking at a freshly laid pile of dung.
His black mechanical hand gleamed under the incandescent light, his tone full of mockery:
"Not ruthless enough, not smart enough, yet possessing ambition far beyond your capability..."
He paused, his voice suddenly turning icy,
"It's idiots like you that are the most annoying."
Before the words were fully out, Feng Ju's mechanical arm had already clamped onto Chen Yang's wrist.
The moment metal met flesh, Chen Yang gasped in pain.
Feng Ju's fingers roughly pried open Chen Yang's grip, pulling out the stack of sweat-soaked autopsy reports he had subconsciously held tight.
