Who in the world is this guy?!
This became Old Seven's burning question!
He was utterly exasperated!
Old Seven cursed under his breath, "Brat, you think a mere pill can control me?"
"Let me tell you, that's wishful thinking!"
He deliberately put his hand into his mouth...
Before long, a gagging sensation surged within him.
His stomach felt like it was churning like a tempest.
After retching for a while, nothing came out.
Instead, his face turned a sickly pale.
Haaah...
So damn disgusting!
To think nothing came up.
How could this be?
Ahhhh...
Naturally, he had no idea that most of the medicinal pills Chen Fan refined dissolved upon contact with the mouth.
They would immediately integrate into the stomach.
Thus, Old Seven's clever trick was completely futile!
He sat there, gasping for air, his expression extremely grim!
Casually glancing at his watch, he saw that it was only three to five minutes until nine o'clock, as Chen Fan had mentioned.
At this, Old Seven conceived a notion to test it, to see if it was indeed as Chen Fan had said!
He held his breath, focusing intently on his watch.
At that very moment, time seemed to freeze, moving agonizingly slow.
Old Seven's eyes were fixed on the timepiece...
After a while, when nine o'clock arrived, Old Seven felt no symptoms.
He patted himself down, feeling nothing unusual.
Simultaneously, his eyes lit up, and he burst into laughter...
"Brat, you were playing a trick on me!"
"Haha, fortunately, I was cautious, or I would have truly been fooled by you!"
"Damn it, you little bastard, our feud is far from over!"
"You dog, I will surely kill you!"
"Holy cow!"
Now, Old Seven was like a machine gun.
He blabbered endlessly, "Dudu-dudu..."
At the same time, a smug smile spread across his face.
It was brilliant.
He couldn't be more pleased with himself!
"Fortunately, I'm smart, or you really would have gotten away with it!"
"You little scoundrel!"
With an air of utmost triumph, Old Seven stood up, preparing to go find a place to rest.
The moment he stood, his body convulsed as if struck by electricity, freezing him in place.
At that instant, pain surged through his entire body; every inch of his bones felt as if they were being ground by a knife.
This pain was agonizing, threatening to end his life by the minute.
Old Seven writhed on the ground.
Ahhhh...
Screams echoed endlessly.
Like a pig being slaughtered.
This pain tore at his very core.
"Ahhh... it hurts so much!"
"You little scoundrel, you're playing for real!"
"I'm going to kill you, no matter what!"
"Ahhh ahhh ahhh..."
He roared with heart-wrenching anguish.
After a while, he was drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted.
Hoo hoo...
"Please, stop the pain!"
"I can't take it anymore!"
"Please, I truly know I was wrong!"
He clutched his head, rolling back and forth on the ground.
Occasionally, he would smack himself.
When he could no longer bear it, he frantically slammed his head against the wall, "Bang, bang, bang..."
Before long, a large pool of blood seeped from his forehead, but he didn't stop, desperately trying to numb himself. He was in too much agony.
"Little brat, I will definitely kill you!"
"Ahhh!"
"Little bastard, die!"
He cursed Chen Fan.
Naturally, Chen Fan could hear none of this.
Old Seven, who moments ago was so smug, was now writhing in agony.
The turnabout was as swift as a tornado...