Wenren Sheng shot the fat Uncle a cold glance. This was why there were always people who wanted to join the Sole Supremacy Society.
At that moment, he truly wanted to crush this refined fellow to death with a single slap.
If you had a serious illness, hospitals could likewise spend astronomical sums on all kinds of expensive drugs and supplies to keep you alive until the day you died. But how many hospitals could actually do that? If you could not afford it, your family could only sign an agreement to terminate treatment. Hospitals could not treat you for free.
If that were the case, hospitals might as well close their doors.
That was their logic. Everything had to revolve around them; as for whether it made sense, they did not care.
The next moment, he waved a hand, and the refined fat Uncle turned into a statue, standing there unable to move.
This was a new skill he had learned, Petrification. In truth, it merely blocked a person's neural responses, rendering them unable to move or speak, like a piece of stone. It was not nearly so profound.
Following the rules was troublesome. When he encountered trash like this, he could not simply kill them.
In a foul mood, Wenren Sheng turned to the driver, Lu Tong. "What is your choice?"
"I'll give it a try." Lu Tong gritted his teeth.
Compared to the other man, he understood reason better. After all, this had nothing to do with Wenren Sheng. It was already generous enough for him to offer a chance at survival.
From Wenren Sheng's perspective, Lu Tong cautiously walked into the spiral Giant Pit.
He came to the spring, then began to make a wish. "Ah, please let me go back to when I was seven.