"Don't... don't!"
Luo Chen's eyes filled with terror as a low, miserable wail escaped his lips. He wanted to awaken the big man's conscience and beg him to spare him.
After all, in his current condition, if the elbow strikes continued, he would probably die on the spot.
Driven by his instinct to survive, Luo Chen's frail, sickly body suddenly erupted with unprecedented brute strength. In an instant, he broke free from the black man's restraint, pulled the needle from the back of his hand, and tried to flee the small dark room.
But unfortunately, his desperate resistance was destined to be fleeting and futile.
A flicker of surprise crossed the black man's eyes. He licked his lips excitedly and let out a sinister chuckle.
"Hehehe, little beauty, you've got quite the fiery temper!"
"I like it!"
As he spoke, the two-meter-tall, bull-like black man grabbed Luo Chen's shoulder again, restrained him with a backhand hold, and drove his elbow down viciously!
"Ah!"
Luo Chen's face turned paper-white and bloodless, sweat pouring down his forehead. Another miserable, despairing cry escaped his lips as his body crashed heavily onto the narrow bedboard, utterly unable to resist.
A piercing pain that seemed to reach his bones swept through his entire body, as though his organs had been directly pierced through. The agony made Luo Chen bare his teeth, his features twisting grotesquely as his mind began to drift.
His eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Filled with towering fury toward the black man and indignation at the Mortal World, Luo Chen rolled his eyes back and could no longer hold on.
As the last trace of fortune on his body was gradually worn away, he died on the spot.
All life left him. His heart stopped, and he lay stiffly on his back