The dim room was lit by a ceiling lamp that barely glowed.
Seeing the skill trigger, the two men carrying the sedan tried to attack Jiang Che first.
The two were both carriers and bodyguards.
Although perhaps the person inside the sedan didn't need their protection at all.
"Stop. This is my brother," the voice inside the sedan softened, and he didn't stop Jiang Che's outstretched hand.
Brother?
The two carriers froze at once; they'd never heard that their master had a brother.
Jiang Che gently lifted the curtain. When he saw the person inside, it felt as if a hand gripped his heart viciously. He gasped for air, his face turning a blackish purple.
He curled up painfully on the ground, clutching his chest.
At this moment, the dungeon trembled. Outside, people only felt an eerie change in the dungeon's aura. They gazed deep into the mental hospital; the oppressive force grew, as if something was forming inside.
"Should we pull out for now? It might trigger a stage soon."
