Inside the bright canteen of the White Tower prison ward, Li Huowang shoveled food into his mouth, his mind still reeling from what had happened earlier.
Touzi is a smart person. He'll understand that he can't defeat a Fate Commander. If he wants to achieve his goals, he can only cooperate with me.
To me, he's nothing more than an object, something I can crush at any moment.
Just as he was getting lost in thought, something suddenly lodged in his throat, causing his face to turn bright red. Li Huowang shot to his feet, struggling as he clutched his throat with both hands.
Suddenly, a large hand slapped him hard on the back, causing him to open his mouth and violently vomit. Everything he had just eaten came spilling back out.
When Li Huowang finally caught his breath, he looked down at the now-unrecognizable table. There, amidst the vomited mixture of food, lay a simple plastic figurine.
The tiny figure lay on its side, its black-and-white eyes staring straight at him.
