Wang Xinfa's eyes dangerously narrowed into a thin slit, his hand heavily pressed against the cold wall of the tank, abruptly cutting off Qian Huan's words with a voice filled with undeniable concern:
"Don't worry, you just woke up, you need to calm down and recuperate.
The Second Prison matter, the Octagonal Cage Plan... don't worry, with me here, there won't be any problems, the sky won't fall."
Qian Huan's lips moved painfully again, clearly still having resentful arguments stuck in his throat.
Wang Xinfa's assurances did not soothe the anxiety in his eyes, instead adding more urgency.
Power is like oxygen; once you've tasted it, it's hard to tolerate its absence for even a moment, making life worse than death even if you wake up.
Losing mobility is physically worse than death;
Losing power is spiritually worse than death.
However, Wang Xinfa did not give Qian Huan the chance to speak again.
