When Hu Zhicong groggily awoke, his first instinct was to get up. He still had to go take Chen Jincheng down with him. He couldn't waste time just because of a nightmare.
But the slightest movement sent a sharp pain shooting through his body, as if a bone were broken. He sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
Trying to move again, he discovered his hand was handcuffed to the hospital bed.
His eyes widened.
He came to his senses with a jolt of horror. It hadn't been a dream. He had taken a dagger to assassinate Chen Jincheng, only to be sent flying with a shoulder throw without even touching him. And now, somehow, he'd been arrested.
"No! Why?! This isn't fair..." Hu Zhicong roared in fury. He tried to struggle, but the movement pulled at his injuries, and tears of pain streamed down his face.
