The Supporting Actress Made A Comeback-Chapter 958 - 962:

"You said he was half-wasted. You know how formidable his inner strength was. Now he’s only half-wasted; when the poison in his body fully takes effect, he’ll become completely useless. We must not let our guard down."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," the big man said impatiently. "Blabber on, but for the money, I’ll let it slide."

His companion nodded and said nothing more.

However, the big man’s greedy gaze continued to linger on Mo Shu.

With those slender arms and waist, whether male or female, it just makes one want to crush them.

Mo Shu nonchalantly put down the teacup and said to Xuanyuan Yichuan beside her, "I’ll head to the car first."

Xuanyuan Yichuan was really tired, knowing that the car was not far, he just nodded.

After Mo Shu left everyone’s sight, she did not go straight to the car but circled to the back of the teahouse and went to the other side where Xuanyuan Yichuan was.

Mo Shu approached quietly and, the closer she got, the stronger the smell of blood became.

Finally, Mo Shu saw a man casually thrown into a corner.

Seeing him made her heart skip a beat.

The man was covered in blood, his long hair hanging loose, his face filthy, but the most shocking thing was the massive iron rings affixed to both his scapulas, as thick as two fingers. Just looking at them felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

At the junction of the two iron rings, fresh blood was still moist, looking quite horrifying.

The heavy scent of blood emanated from him.

The man seemed to be asleep, leaning motionless against the wall.

And the big man, who had been staring at her just now, was sitting not far ahead, talking with his companion.

Staring at the massive iron rings, Mo Shu’s shoulders suddenly felt sore and numb. She was reminded of movies where martial arts masters, when subdued, would first have their scapulas broken...

As if sensing Mo Shu’s gaze, the man finally opened his eyes.

With a face full of blood, it was impossible to make out his features. Yet when his eyes opened, it was as if Death was staring at her. Mo Shu instantly felt a chill run through her body.

So terrifying...

This man’s gaze was the most frightening she had ever encountered.

The gaze of a true desperado.

He stared intently at Mo Shu, his eyes full of sinister, icy, blood-like menace.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and tossed something towards Mo Shu.

Mo Shu was startled, watching as the object rolled towards her.

The object was still warm with fresh blood, picking up fresh dust and dirt as it rolled.

It was a small ball.

Mo Shu glanced at the ball, then at the man.

The man seemed to have tossed it casually and then closed his eyes, leaning back again.

Mo Shu hesitated for a moment and asked Sao Zha: Wouldn’t it explode?

Sao Zha replied: [There’s no bombs in this era.]

Mo Shu: Okay.

She finally picked it up, discovering it was hollow inside, somewhat like a ping-pong ball, only made of wood.

Suddenly, the group of big men in front all stood up, clearly preparing to leave.

Mo Shu’s heart tightened, and she immediately ran back.

When she returned to the car, that group of big men indeed set off again.

This time, Mo Shu also saw the current treatment of the man covered in blood.

He was lifted like a dead dog, those big burly men grabbing the iron ring piercing through his body tightly from both sides, blood gushing down, yet the man remained silent throughout.

Seeing him like this brought even more malicious smiles to the big men’s faces.