He glared angrily at Marshall, who was unfazed and started counting down:
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1—"
Just a second before the countdown ended, Hafeez steeled himself and swallowed the fruit.
The next moment, he felt as if his heart was going to leap out of his chest, the pain from the bullet wound gradually disappearing, and he experienced a transformation in his limbs as his body, which had fallen to the ground, sprang into the air with an unprecedented lightness.
Only one thought remained in Hafeez's mind.
—He wanted to slaughter Marshall!
To anyone, his existence was a disaster!
But...
Hafeez noticed the look in Marshall's and the other prisoners' eyes; they witnessed his transformation, yet their expressions showed not awe or terror, but a kind of… bewilderment, and a bizarre expression like wanting to laugh but being unable to.
Die, Marshall!
Hafeez roared, but he could no longer speak human language.
