Cook, upon hearing this, grew even more indignant. Pointing towards his crotch and below, he gnashed his teeth in hatred, "That bitch caused me to become disabled, and you think I'm just going to let it go? I'm telling you, no way in hell. Once I get out, I'll tear them to pieces, no doubt about it!"
He had barely finished speaking when the door to the ward was suddenly kicked open with a bang, accompanied by Ye Che's icy, bone-chilling voice: "Tear to pieces? If you're so eager to die, then this young master will oblige you!"
As he spoke, a glint of light suddenly flashed by, as though some kind of dart or hidden weapon whizzed past Cook's face.
Cook didn't have any time to react before he felt a bone-piercing pain drill into his throat, so intense that he rolled off the hospital bed on the spot.
